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FRAGILITY: PERFORMANCE ART

Film Photography, USA, 2023
concept and performance art Ciarra K. Walters | photography Evelyn Lee


Wearing pantyhose in different shades embellished with eggshells and pressing herself against the wall, Ciarra K. Walters, an interdisciplinary artist currently based in Baltimore,
Maryland (formally based in Los Angeles), explores the themes of vulnerability, grief, and destruction through this thought-provoking series.

The following includes excerpts from her narrative written for this project.

“It wasn't until my late twenties that I would first discover brown eggs. Once I did, I couldn't stop thinking about them. I loved the color of the eggshells. The different shades of browns, from
the neutral and natural color palettes sat together in cartons under those fluorescent white lights in Whole Foods. I liked inspecting each carton at the grocery store, looking for eggs that
varied in color and spots. Their spots reminded me of the freckles I wish I had, and I thought they were beautiful on each shell, small or large.

Before I knew of brown eggs, I never put much thought into the color of eggs. I just assumed all eggs were white. It wasn't long before I started collecting cracked eggshells from my friends,
suddenly owning stacks and stacks of cartons and ziplock bags filled to the top with them. The more I looked, the deeper my love became for these cracked, little shells. I loved how each
cracked shell was different, no two cracks alike.  I loved how the shells broke apart and left unique curves, sharp edges, sides, and all sizes behind. They were fragile, yet strong. Unique, yet
the same. They were filled with symbolism of life and rebirth, cleanses and curses, motherhood, and creation. I saw myself in these broken shells. After a year of collecting, I finally made my
first sculpture on paper with them. A few months later I started wearing the cracked shells, crushing them on my body and walls, breaking them into smaller pieces, breaking off pieces of me.
I loved the noises they made falling off of my body and onto the floor. It was a sharp and beautiful noise.

A deep crunch and a delicate clink.

*Crunch*             *Clink*             *Crunch*             *Clink*             *Crunch*             *Clink*

The sounds of destruction and renewal.”