Voiceless

  Hi. I haven’t been able to talk. I haven’t been able to talk about the fact that I spent two 1.5 week stints in the hospital this summer. I haven’t been able to explain why. I’ve been scared. I’m scared to tell the truth and I’m scared to be…

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I’m Not a Novelist

  So after spending a couple of months thinking that my memoir might be the only book I ever write, and lamenting the fact that I never have good ideas for stories, today I started my first novel. I’m too nervous of its feebleness right now to want to even…

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Noticings…

  Georgia O’Keeffe said, “The painting is like a thread that runs through all the reasons for all the other things that make one’s life.” She was mentioning how painting was the thing, the reason, the focal point of her existence, such that all the other things that she did…

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Juxtaposition Matters

  So I’m reading through Ways of Seeing by John Berger, and it has this essay that talks about how things look different depending on what we put them next to. The captions we put on pictures change how we see the image. Often the image becomes supportive material for the…

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