THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED (exacerbating 1 & 2)
angela simione, 2014
i finished the new blanket in the very early morning hours of january 1st. i started it the day after i came home from germany 6 months ago. it's amazing to see it finished. it feels amazing to sleep below it, to hide from the sunlight that creeps into my room each morning, to dream below the teetering text that i have meditated on daily for half a year.
i can't set the idea down. THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED.
how do i need to be loved?
how do you?
i am dumbfounded and compelled in the same breath.
i'm interested in finding the line between devotion and obsession, between catharsis and self-absorption. i'm interested in the strange back and forth dance between these ideas... the odd cadence contained in the image i made tonight of my naked self seated in front of an object in took so long to create, posed for the quick snap of a camera's shutter... 6 months caught inside the flutter of a split second... devotion paired with instant gratification.
is my devotion soiled by my nudity? does my body detract from the seriousness of the process of making a blanket entirely by hand? does my skin somehow erase the beauty of my dedication? the beauty of patience? does my nudity compromise my talent for such faithfulness? and if so, why? does the blur across my face help the matter? does it ease the blow? or am i exacerbating everything and making it even harder to find an answer to the question of THE WAY YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?
do images like these make it harder for you to love me?