Release
an exercise in liberation, trust & letting go
an exercise in liberation, trust & letting go
Composed entirely of old love notes and letters. My exacto blade and adhesive stores are severely taxed...
Upon moving, once again, I found an old box of cards, promo flyers, and letters.
I hadn't opened the box for several years, and gave it a go while I was sitting on the floor pretending to organize piles to pack. Inside were dozens and dozens of keepsakes. Things that make you remember the nuances of each birthday, holiday season, and "just because" moments with loved ones. Inside this bin of sentimental trinkets, were also stacks of letters from a failed serious relationship. Lid back on, box back up. Next matter of packing.
A couple of weeks later, I had an idea. I am part of a group of artists that have an annual show. This year's theme will be "Beauty for Ashes". Until now, I hadn't thought of trashing the letters. They symbolized a weird sort of affirmation or hope. While the now broken promises swearing "forever and undying" used to be salt in a wound, I held onto them because they reminded me I was worthy of such allegiance and love. A sort of memento for days sure to come. Now that I am a newlywed, I don't need the tattered, scribbles of love to give me hope or affirmation. I am loved. He doesn't write me letters about it, he lives it. He knows my crazy. He sacrifices a lot to get to live with it. For example smiling kindly at me and while I wade through piles of old love notes and create a snow-like dusting of paper shreds all over a large section of our home. He's pretty awesome.
The piece is currently being shown to the public for the first time at the Casselberry Art House through October, 2012 as part of the "Beauty from Ashes" exhibit.
I hadn't opened the box for several years, and gave it a go while I was sitting on the floor pretending to organize piles to pack. Inside were dozens and dozens of keepsakes. Things that make you remember the nuances of each birthday, holiday season, and "just because" moments with loved ones. Inside this bin of sentimental trinkets, were also stacks of letters from a failed serious relationship. Lid back on, box back up. Next matter of packing.
A couple of weeks later, I had an idea. I am part of a group of artists that have an annual show. This year's theme will be "Beauty for Ashes". Until now, I hadn't thought of trashing the letters. They symbolized a weird sort of affirmation or hope. While the now broken promises swearing "forever and undying" used to be salt in a wound, I held onto them because they reminded me I was worthy of such allegiance and love. A sort of memento for days sure to come. Now that I am a newlywed, I don't need the tattered, scribbles of love to give me hope or affirmation. I am loved. He doesn't write me letters about it, he lives it. He knows my crazy. He sacrifices a lot to get to live with it. For example smiling kindly at me and while I wade through piles of old love notes and create a snow-like dusting of paper shreds all over a large section of our home. He's pretty awesome.
The piece is currently being shown to the public for the first time at the Casselberry Art House through October, 2012 as part of the "Beauty from Ashes" exhibit.
