This has nothing to do with art, but I just wanted to share something from my journal...
December 19, 2010:
12:40 AM. Sitting on my bed that has lain quiet and still all day and remained unmade my entire time home. Starting to watch The Mighty Ducks. Mama gave me her old college sweatshirts and a few sweaters that Oma knitted herself. They smell like old— storage, she says. To me they are perfectly worn in and have that musty smell of memories and her twenties. The air conditioning unit outside is squeaking like baby mice. My fan is on high speed and I feel it the most on my kneecaps. My eyes are tired but I find myself hesitating to sleep and I cannot figure out why.
More art should be coming soon. I have just been taking in the home that I have missed so much.
No comments:
Post a Comment