During this time of confinement, I have seen my mental state deteriorate due to my own willingness to keep pushing myself to do better as I work on various different projects. I began to prioritize my work rather than my own self which eventually caught on to me. It got to the point where my stress and anxieties were beginning to manifest themselves in strange vivid dreams.
One of these dreams had a group of people melting into a soup made of strings and meat. Stringsoup explores the idea of falling apart and becoming something unstable, like soup. The location of this piece was in the kitchen, particularly the dining table and chair as that is where I found myself opening up to my mom about my mental health.