Depression Room
A bedroom installation with written text on constructed window
This Installation is a collection of objects surrounding a twin size bed, all stemmed from a poem written in 2014 by myself. The poem surrounds the idea of staying up until the sunrises in order to find a sense of peace to calm your mind. Instead of showcasing just the poem, forging the scene of its creation is important to understand it fully. The room contains comfortable bedding, a mattress directly on the floor, notebooks and books scattered throughout, a record player with the record finished yet still playing, and an assortment of discarded dirty clothes, make up, paper, and trash flooding the room. This installation was created by myself and a classmate, Mia. When reading the poem together we both had different ideas for what this depression room would look like, so we decided to merge our two ideas together. Mine was a very tight knit and cozy environment with all attention to the empty spot on the bed and the window, while hers was a messy and unkempt space that could only scream depression and teenager. Our two ideas were easily put together and I became in charge of the furniture and decor while her task was to fully immerse the space as depression in the form of trash. The installation is something all viewers can connect to, as we have all been in a teenager's messy bedroom at one point in our lives, and we all know that teenage angst, but some of us know that it's not rebellion, it's being lost in your own thoughts and unable to find yourself in the world, which the poems allows our viewers to understand deeper.
Excerpt:
We've all experienced those 3:00am thoughts.
The feeling of absolute solitude, or at least most people have
Us select individuals will stay up until the sun rises involuntarily.
Our minds spinning out of control, like a car on black ice.
Do you know what that's like?
The immense heartbreak- replaying and glitching back and forth.
A broken record fucking up your favorite song.
Tossing and turning but never reaching comfort.
Cold air from the ceiling fan flooding down, but you're still sweating.
even after removing all layers of clothing but a baggy t-shirt.
Your headphones blasting with an attempt to drown out your brain from reminding you of the anxiety, the sadness, the loss of hope, the inability to smile, the desperation for a mental connection with someone, anyone.
Getting tired of being your own best friend.
I sure as hell can tell you 3:00am thoughts fucking suck.
Excerpt:
We've all experienced those 3:00am thoughts.
The feeling of absolute solitude, or at least most people have
Us select individuals will stay up until the sun rises involuntarily.
Our minds spinning out of control, like a car on black ice.
Do you know what that's like?
The immense heartbreak- replaying and glitching back and forth.
A broken record fucking up your favorite song.
Tossing and turning but never reaching comfort.
Cold air from the ceiling fan flooding down, but you're still sweating.
even after removing all layers of clothing but a baggy t-shirt.
Your headphones blasting with an attempt to drown out your brain from reminding you of the anxiety, the sadness, the loss of hope, the inability to smile, the desperation for a mental connection with someone, anyone.
Getting tired of being your own best friend.
I sure as hell can tell you 3:00am thoughts fucking suck.