The mechanism we use to distance ourselves from an event we don’t want to think about is impossible to implement when we are looking at someone who carries that event inside of them.
I’d love your writing if it were about a shoebox diorama you found at a yard sale, but you always bring us the most amazing art that moves and informs and crushes and lifts us up all at the same time. Then you illuminate it and the artists beautifully. Thank you for all of the above.
I’d love your writing if it were about a shoebox diorama you found at a yard sale, but you always bring us the most amazing art that moves and informs and crushes and lifts us up all at the same time. Then you illuminate it and the artists beautifully. Thank you for all of the above.
Thank you. Also: this genuinely makes me want to write about shoebox dioramas. Like, for real.