miah Lapeyrolerie
miah Lapeyrolerie
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tmdmemory_2.mp4music: ousia - sufjan stevens, lowell brams
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a poem/writing/spilling spurred from ideas of memory and place. i was reminded of both the things that i hold onto tightly and the large gaps in my memory. thinking of memory as ghosts and of tangible things as memory.
-thoughts on memory first manifested themselves as paintings. i was reminded of the way i would bathe as a child and how that has shifted now. i was not blind to the fact that this change seems very small and trivial, but it stuck to me fast and hard. it is one of the clearest memories i have. and a bath is a bath is a bath. the ghost carries itself between them, it haunts.
place.mp4music: father flesh in rags - car seat headrest
[my back is killing me]
[my back is killing me]
before memory was intentionally brought in, i was concerned with generating a new, unreal place for myself. i was interested in the conjuring power of both the physicality and the meaning of words. are the words enough to make the place real, even if the things it talks about aren't there in actuality?
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