Live performance. Duration: 20 minutes. Three sand rings are punctuated by three vessels. In the heart of the installation is a sheer fabric that hangs on a wooden frame to resemble the facade of a blue. Audio plays in the background, filling the space with a whirling combination of storm sounds and an audio track of news coverage as the 2020 derecho swept across Iowa. The news track announces each new high of wind gusts recorded, the anchor’s voice becoming more and more nervous, and finally the storm hitting the news station. In the performance I have two phrases which I say repeatedly, punctuation my navigation around the perimeter of the installation. I am speaking slowly but loudly. As I speak, I make direct eye contact with members of the audience, engendering a very personal delivery. Sometimes they look away, but often they hold my intense stare. I walked a full circumference of the circle, saying: I believe that we will change. I believe that we will change. I believe that we will change. Yet I am afraid. And I agonize. I then stop at the first outermost vessel, and tip it so that water starts pouring out. My phrase shifts to: I believe that I will change. The shift from "we" to I" is maintained when a vessel is in my hands, but I repeat the phrase as steadily as before. I lift the vessel and eradicate the harsh lines of sand, totally revoking and semblance of clear separation as I walk the circle again, slowly pouring out water and saying “I believe that I will change.” I return the vessel to where I picked it up, moving inwards more towards the haus. I begin again, saying “I believe that we will change.” I repeat this process until the last vessel, taking extra care and time to draw out the moment with a much smaller circuit. I pour the water slowly at the heart of the home, tornado sirens piercing my ears and everyone else’s as the audio track peels violently to a close. I end the work gazing out.