Kelli Maeshiro, who has spent most of her life moving from one place to another, has grown accustomed to the art of containment. Conditioned by a culture that favors restraint over overt expression, she tucks her inner worlds into neat compartments. Through art, however, she lets herself feel the full gravity of emotions. With installations that wrap, coil, and slither from floor to ceiling, Maeshiro reveals that holding space can sometimes mean collapsing boundaries and surrendering to spillage.