Many (most) people in my family have some sort of tic or odd breathing pattern. I remember, as a little girl, being unable to inhale while Barney was on screen, and finally being able to once Baby Bop or someone more appealing was on screen. My blink tally had to always be perfectly equal, as did my nostril opening and the ratio of inhale to exhale levels.
In this performance piece, I attempt to let all my tics out by building up that internal anxiety for myself and try not to repress them as I have taught myself to over the years. I wish to fully explore the truth of my compulsion.