Each moment is a leap forward from the brink of an invisible cliff, where times keen edges are constantly renewed . We lift our foot from the solid ground of all our life lived thus far and take that perilous step out into empty airHan Kang
This moment. This precipice.
Isn’t it wonderful how someone’s creations can move you deeply. How their work, a piece of their soul made real as a product of their unique environment, can take on a universality and allow you to understand your own. Maybe it is some form of indoctrination, but in a world littered with existential quagmires I prefer to see them as guiding signs. Markers for your own homecoming.
One day I will give birth to myself, lonely but possessed.Patricia Williams
Personal Mythologies. I came across this phrase in a podcast and it has stuck with me since. We all have them. Our own mental ‘portfolios’ of art, lectures, books ect that form us. They provide a level of definition when meaning becomes hazy. Art is also important. So so so, important.
Quarantine has been a moment of self reflection for me, like many people- a gap year of sorts. Who am I? What is my backstory? What am I living for? Questions our subconscious, almost as a reflex, lets us think we know the answer to…yet we don’t. I don’t think I can answer these conclusively at the moment, perhaps I never will. But being critical is important to me, I don’t want to drift through existence. I want to feel everything fully, the good and bad. I know now that, I am me. Take it or leave it as you please.
The quiet lust belongs to all of us
And drives us closer into the madness
Of the world, of a girlAURORA