But now she walked beside the graceful god,
her steps constricted by the trailing graveclothes,
uncertain, gentle, and without impatience.
She was deep within herself, like a woman heavy
with child, and did not see the man in front
or the path ascending steeply into life.
Deep within herself. Being dead
filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit
suffused with its own mystery and sweetness,
she was filled with her vast death, which was so new,
she could not understand that it had happened.

—Rainer Maria Rilke—
Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.

2009; site-specific video installation
collaboration with composer Erik Ulman

happened at Ice on the High *curated by Maggie Foster and Kim Anno* Berkeley, December 2009