One viewer, a film student in a city a few hours away, reached out to ask if Daisy would teach a workshop about mixed-media editing. Daisy accepted, but on one condition: each student had to bring something they were ready to let go of. At the first class she watched as strangers placed tapes, photographs, and devices onto a long table. They told their stories and then—guided by Daisy’s light humor and stubborn tenderness—let the objects be transformed.

One rainy Monday she announced a new project: a "destruction video completo"—a cinematic send-off for a relic she’d kept since childhood, a battered 1980s VHS camcorder nicknamed Old Gertie. She promised to patch the footage into something unforgettable: part confession, part demolition derby, part surreal art piece. A handful of friends and a curious neighbor agreed to film. Daisy smiled the way she always did before things went gloriously sideways.

On the last day of the workshop, a student brought an old camcorder of their own. It looked like Old Gertie had gone to college: stickers, duct tape, and a lopsided handle. The student hesitated before setting it down. Daisy placed her palm flat on the camera and, with a quick, decisive motion, opened the battery door, removed the aged pack, and replaced it with a fresh one. "Not everything needs to be destroyed," she said. "Sometimes all it needs is a new charge."