Joanna Epstein, Isolation (Self)

May 10 – June 4, 2023

There is a huge storm. Wind and rain, creaking trees, branches whipping in the wind, thunder. I am worried about trees falling. About the skylights breaking or the scaffolding next door collapsing. And about the wasp’s nest in the tree in the back yard. Above the storm I can hear a knocking sound at the top of the stairs gradually growing louder and louder. At first I must think it’s part of the storm… maybe the wind dislodged the plywood on the roof.

I realize it’s actually someone knocking on the door to the roof and I slowly make my way up the stairs. There are wasps up here… at first one or two then more and more as I reach the door to the roof. I can hear the wasps on the other side. I open the door and a huge cloud of wasps emerges from the darkness. Angrily buzzing the swarm grows larger and larger. The wasps arrange themselves into the form of a man. I am lonely so I let him in.

August 4, 2020