I feel like I should offer a recipe, a song, a slice of cake. Yet, I have all of the feelings!
And, it's muggy. All I want to consume is cold water and cold strawberries.
SO, maybe you are, too, frequented by large doses of nostalgia or déjà vu.
An unsettling creak in the bones, a space between the ribs that falls into the stomach.
A wish for what was or will be, or could be.
One of the reasons I am so drawn to making art and specifically, documenting and creating evidential objects (photographs, this blog, etc.) is because of my need to grasp these sensory tidbits of longing, adoration and time.
To put them in the world - the things that we let go of all too quickly.
Oh, the temporality!
Let’s begin a "hodgepodge" of a conversation: “a confused mixture,” and, also a relation of “hotchpotch,” which is a term for mutton (apparently, that’s lamb) stew with mixed vegetables. I have neither mutton stew nor mixed vegetables for you today, my dear ones. I’ve been attempting to write and the only word that comes to mind is hodgepodge.
I don’t necessarily have a “confused mixture” to offer, but, I do often have confusion (!): a mix of new images and feelings on how challenging it can be to access, articulate and learn how to engage with the things we care about. I imagine it might be easy for some of you. You have it in the bag. The cat is in the bag? No, the cat is outta the bag. Wait, this has nothing to do with cats.
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