still thinking of Kusama- her "Art Medicine". art as cure. art as protection. art as health. art as talisman, amulet, proof of life, act of sadness, act of sanity, a savior, a quest, a means of survival, a means of investigation, of knowing, of coming to terms, a reckoning, a decision, a question.
art as breath. a voice. a call. a need.
food. shelter. water.
art as a basic necessity.
humans make meaning because they need it.
food. shelter. water.
beauty? clarity? direction?
something honest. something basic. something irrefutable.
today i am making wreaths. an ouroborus made of moths. a way of making a prayer. an attempt toward understanding. maybe protection. maybe just an act of simple honesty.
humans make meaning (art) because they need it.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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Aug 10, 2010
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