I received an email telling me it was over.
I didn’t know how to respond.
It was almost as if it hadn’t been meant for me.
It ended with the words, “Take care of yourself.”
And so I did.
I asked 107 women (including two made from wood and one with feathers), chosen for their profession or skills, to interpret this letter.
To analyze it, comment on it, dance it, sing it.
Dissect it. Exhaust it. Understand it for me.
Answer for me.
It was a way of taking the time to break up.
A way of taking care of myself.
It’s true that when anything happens to me that seems to have a deepness or a shocking aspect, whatever catches my attention, I have a little idea in the back of my head that I may use it sometime.
I don’t want anything from the visitors. They are free to do what they want. I cannot give the rules of the game of the project or give the rules of the game for the visitors of how to take it.
It is not anymore my problem. I mean it is their territory after all, not mine.
– Sophie Calle, Take Care of Yourself, interview Tate Museum