I started working with false eyelashes, synthetic hair and seawater in winter of 2016 to work through my grief following the Ghost Ship Fire that took the lives of 36 people in an artist collective in the Bay Area community I came of age in. The work is very much related to displacement of queer artists to spaces that are often precarious. Inspired by that which brought comfort—queer femme signifiers and seagrass on Fire Island—eyelashes and hair are submerged in a tank suspended by touch. They migrate, form new connections and grow algae.