My little cave

My earliest memory is in my room. Deep in the forest where we lived during the first 4 years of my life, my dad moved an A-frame house from another part of the lot and built an addition for me on the side. That was my little room, with my crib. I remember just being in that room, being cared for in that room. It was sort of my little cave.

Before that, I remember realizing that the room was bigger than my crib. I remember noticing that there was a huge space around me that was outside the little place where I Iay. It was interesting because I thought about this at the time, thought about how the blackness in the room, the black darkness was not defined, not yet. There was nothing in the darkness that I could identify.

Over where the light was shining through from the outside, there was the definition of wall, and I knew that you couldn't go through this, or nobody had gone through it yet. I remember just discovering that at the time. It was so tactile and real that it's almost a physical part of me.

Posted By: Guy Sidora
Artist and Dancer, Germany