Myleka Bevans: We’re going to talk about it.

Here we find the scattered shards of unattended grief, the pieces of unwept loss,

and the shavings of old wounds swept into the corner…

There is something feral about grief, something essentially outside the

ordained and sanctioned behaviors of our culture.

—Francis Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow

Since the premature death of her daughter Bridget, who died at just five days old, Myleka Bevans’ artistic practices has explored the complex layers of grief and the rituals, offerings, and community that is uniquely located in loss.

Bevans’ installation immerses the viewer into an otherworldly transcendent space, filling the gallery will large scale billowing clouds and light. It also echoes with the voices of friends, who have also experienced child-loss and who know intimately the severity of the silent emptiness. Serving as muses among the clouds, the voices offer advice, offer permission to Bevans to grieve, and act as witnesses—giving space to feral feelings and helping her to carry the grief without collapse.

“Grief is a lonely time,” said Bevans. “But you are also being welcomed into a unique community where other people, who share your experience, are waiting to stand with you.”