bulb walks back
WITH WATER SHADOW shoe soak
squishing talk AMBLE STRAY THAT STIRS FAINT CALL, OF FACE AND STEEPS DISFIGUREMENT IN STRIDE, IN STALL, IN GRADUAL COWERING, TERSE EMBEDMENT sherbert souring by the second around the bend, comes the puprle pelvis a turning twist of a thought and taut comes of my presence you arrive cloaked memorIES in essence crushing violet mint, and mud soil in senses, and sifts backwards below beneath it. surely my shadow shouldn't be, this pleated. 5:12 pm
11.24.2021 |
a study in memory's form
Walking one day in the rain, I saw these mushrooms surrounding this stick laying on the ground, fallen from a branch.What stood out to me about this amputation of the stick from its tree, from the object that connected it to below the Earth, were what surrounded it. These mushrooms that were grasping to deep Earth, neared the loose stick readying to overtake it and graft onto it. It felt to me the way memories often stick to my mind. Usually, I find that memories can take me out of the present, detract me from my own being and make me feel uprooted from reality. However, during this walk, I had a moment depicted in the poem I wrote while sitting by this stick, where four pivotal past relationships occurred to my mind at once. All those that had in the past drew me back from reality and jolted the foundation I stood on, this time found common universal ground in the lessons they taught me and subsequently brought more awareness to different parts of myself.
Learning to harness losses in connections that seemingly uprooted my sense of self and instead use them as grounding sources has been a challenge for me throughout my life. In this piece, I want to approach the idea of this delicacy that memory can have on the decaying object. The clay pockets grafted onto the stick provide this visual and the allusion to decay. Formed to appear mushroom-like in their bulbous appearance, they spiral down towards the base and bring a sense of weight and simultaneously support to the stick. While the stick is held upright and rooted into the ground by the ceramic base, it is also being pulled downward by this weighted bottom, describing this dual motion of rising into the air, and at the same time, a descent down into the Earth. This reference to decay, death, and yet rooting and stabilization all at once, felt to me to be a cumulative way to describe memory’s process and distortion of space. Materializing these forms and feelings became essential to understanding the visual motion that my mind had taken, while on a walk in the rain. dec 2021
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