This project began with a coincidence—every therapist I ever had was named Holly (or Hollie). I started collecting what I remembered from them: advice, passing comments, and personal mantras. These fragments were folded into cootie catchers, printed in various forms—from risograph to oversized banner vinyl—mixing childhood games with lived experience and maybe a little wishful thinking.

What emerges isn’t a transcript, but a reconstruction: part memory, part invention, part devotional absurdity. Holly becomes a composite figure, filtered through personal history and offered back to the viewer as a sort of emotional oracle.

Visitors are invited to unfold, read, and reflect—participating in a form of connection that’s equal parts intimate, unreliable, and a little strange.