A room, suggestive of many other spaces – a waiting room, a train station and S+M den - hid 4000 lbs of sand in the ceiling. While I made action sculptures out of wire mesh, fragmented narratives of women’s lives projected on 3 screens behind me. A mellifluous voice cohered these fragments into a story. Finally, I lay in the hammock and as buckets of sand poured over me, suddenly the curtain of sand in the ceiling was released, covering me. When it finished, the performance was over. The piece stayed on view as an installation.