in a human body this time

in a human body this time

Friday, June 18, 2010

project outline

alone here in the home
sore eyes tender
a layer has been shed
I wake up early everyday at 6am for crying
my bed says only horizontal feelings
tear ear
stop thinking and go back to sewing
sew a thing pull it together stranger

I cant make it outside, so I open the door and allow the world sounds in
Buses whizz by, black crows cawing, air, music from rolled down windows, kids walking home, jogger feet, trees moving, sun happening
this opening
this is progress.

I wake up everyday and trace over the outline backwards and forwards
using every pen I can find in the kitchen drawers, in my purses, under the couch, in jars and left on the porch.
Every mark smells different. charcoal, fat candy markers, fine point sharpie, a freshly sharpened pencil.
the image is so familiar it unrecognizable
I am investigating
my face and hands come and go

in this state I am invisible land

horizontal still

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