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🎧: Strangers - Portishead

i remember my friends, as have many in my life, commenting and feeling frustrated about the pace i was moving at @Shedd_Aquarium in 2012.

They weren’t mean though. just something akin to you don’t have to stop at every painting/animal/thing to take a photo.

Sharing yourself; thinking about a recent scribble in bed: two images that emerged from no pre-intension of what to draw or where it would go:

first emerged a ninja turtle mopping the floor.

the next image, once again from random marks seeking form - has left me struck. i have repeatedly been compelled to reach for that notebook, turn to the page, and stare wondering how it came to be. what it says about me. mentioned it in therapy. (sorry rhyming).

After months of failing to make the rsvp i tried to give my future self, i finally went to a free workshop last night.

Nearly 3 hours in, this was the first image of mine that appeared on the screen.

Feeling everyone hunt through the image until they found the amphibious beauty struck me.

Nearly 3 hours and 21 minutes ago, i had just uploaded 10 images to the workshop, dissociated, found myself showering (and the Cat peeking from behind the shower curtain (they wanted to get wet too)), stressed about not washing hair, leaving the Cat, putting on clothes, and somehow now shoes – but still, can i get myself out this door?

And then, Here: fellows who got themselves out the door, willing to share.

to wrap this up with that classic phrase: Sitting here now i see:

those scribbles/drawings/doodles/what have you that i kept going back to look at this week.

And

this image here - from 2012 now accompanied with the privilege of observing an audience of strangers take-in images you’ve sat with for over a decade.

They resonate with each other in a way across time that you, dear reader will never know.

here i am.

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