I participated in the SeedPool digital residency more than two years into severe Long Covid.
I had spent the first year mostly bedbound, intolerant of sensory input and the smallest exertion, and the entirety of those two years mostly housebound. Vibration, sound, light, movement, interaction took an enormous toll. As chronically ill people have always had to do, I learned to ration the ordinary tasks of being. Mostly unthinkable were the tools and practices integral to my artistic life: voice, still and moving image, movement—in space, through body, over land, in relation to others—writing, composing, editing, collaborating.
Creative ideas were alive in my mind but having them and letting them go was all I could do.
The SeedPool residency gave me space to live an artistic process with a disabled ancestor through my own states of debility using nothing more than my quietened voice, unedited, in voice memos. It was more profound and transformative than I could ever have imagined. These selfies were taken in the first days of that SeedPool Spring.
©Heather Hermant, Witness, 2024
