Showing posts with label Tales of Domesticity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tales of Domesticity. Show all posts
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Tales of Domesticity
As a stay at home Suburban mom with an ankle injury on the mend, I am more housebound than not. I am going to pursue taking what I hope to be interesting shots of everyday items.
This weekend, though, I'll be traveling for the third time this month... this time to see my younger sister graduate from college.
So, I will not be updating this blog until I return next week.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Self Domesticated
"Inside/Out"
Once in awhile the layers peel off easily other times you have to keep picking and picking to uncover what lies beneath. And, what makes you decide to start peeling off the pieces in the first place? Perhaps there was already a nick and you start picking because it's there and you can. You think you can stop yourself but once you start the process you pick some more until what's underneath is half exposed. At this point, you realize you can't go back but you are unsure if you have the strength, patience, discipline and willpower to move forward. Afterall, some of the pieces aren't as easily removed as that first little deceptive piece. It's those damn tiny ones that want to stick there like a barnacle on a rock that can make a person feel crazy and hopeless. You have to keep scraping and picking and even when it comes off, the moment you turn around it can adhere itself elsewhere further down and out of sight only to be found when you think you are finally finished.
Joy (Ode to Cindy Sherman)
Once in awhile the layers peel off easily other times you have to keep picking and picking to uncover what lies beneath. And, what makes you decide to start peeling off the pieces in the first place? Perhaps there was already a nick and you start picking because it's there and you can. You think you can stop yourself but once you start the process you pick some more until what's underneath is half exposed. At this point, you realize you can't go back but you are unsure if you have the strength, patience, discipline and willpower to move forward. Afterall, some of the pieces aren't as easily removed as that first little deceptive piece. It's those damn tiny ones that want to stick there like a barnacle on a rock that can make a person feel crazy and hopeless. You have to keep scraping and picking and even when it comes off, the moment you turn around it can adhere itself elsewhere further down and out of sight only to be found when you think you are finally finished.
Joy (Ode to Cindy Sherman)
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