I see you.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

This is a series I did for a final project. The text comes from a little book I wrote when I was 6. These are the things I wrote when I was 6. I found them when I went home over Christmas break and for weeks afterward 'See me! Do you see me?' rang in my head. I don't think I'm done with these words, nor do I think I ever will be. I felt this huge sense of validation when I read them. Like I finally accepted that all of these questions I ask myself are real. That I'm not just consumed with them because I'm in art school, and around conceptual thinking 24/7. That I'm not contrived. That these questions and demands and statements are pure and basic. I am myself you are yourself. I am not myself you are not yourself. 

I wrote my artist statement at 6, and the older I grow the more I butcher it with my wise words.

(I'm not sure what's up with the last photo, it looks a little weird and pixely. I'm going to try to fix it but until now, know that it's supposed to be smoother.)

1 comment :

  1. Mmmmm, Brrrr! ".. These questions and demands and statements are pure and basic." So much heart; when I read these words the first time, I just giggled, but you heard the truth of hearts in them.

    (And, p.s., nice use of your signature, hehehe. The blog looks really good. :) )


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