went down to B to the tubs there to find this. a collaged front of a drawing pad. over 20 years ago…toward 30, from back in Ann Arbor Michigan. It had gotten rained on and was warped with some mold. But i went for that image in the upper right, that girl.
from the front of an Anthropologie Cataloge. I remember seeing it and being startled. How did they have ME in a photograph there????????
This is who i was.
in a certain way, this is who i AM.
the post yesterday, a response to feeling stripped of AGENCY . in the sociologial sense. The right of self determination. Was FEEEEEEELING about that. Emotion. ANGER.
i have not felt
anger
in a long time. I feel many other things that have roots deep below anger. Anger is fast and hot and immediate and leaves so much beneath it. I have not had that. But yesterday i did. And so that "movie" of the HORSE. of POWER in the moment which was exhilarating…in the moment, but then GONE, as emotion often is.
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