Thursday, December 6, 2012

In a Glass Jar

 Pina, 2012

I will drape these thin lenses over my eyes for a month, and then they will go.  Does a part of what I've seen leave with them?  The clean slate for new impressions does excite, but the loss is something I haven't thought of before.  I'm considering saving each lens, from here on out,  preserving them in a glass jar.  I might need to retrieve a memory, the visual aspects.  Words don't always suffice. 

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  1. A thoughtful way of looking at it...little curled memories in a jar...like tiny shells or sea glass. X

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    1. I love your vision, Janis. I was imagining them suspended in a liquid solution. Your alternative jar of curled memories is so beautiful.

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  2. I love this imagery... little magical saucers containing memories. Thanks for making the little things so profound.

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  3. This was lovely to read.
    Sometimes I, too, get into these moods where I see loss, a wistful beauty in everything.

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    1. I think I've been in this mood since I was a little girl...

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  4. The reflection in the glass makes me think of seeing things through lenses. Even when they've gone, we will still have a different viewpoint thanks to you. Good to have you back.

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  5. Hi Denise,
    I must thank you for your ever-provocative posts.
    I like to think that all memories are retrievable, we don't always know how to access them. the artist's way--words, sounds, images---exist as triggers.

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    1. I like your perspective, Nancy. I hope you are right.

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  6. Lovely words but for some reason, this made me sad...the thought of losing images when things change...

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    1. Probably because the person writing it felt a little sad too.

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  7. I read this and wonder what my first lenses, inserted onto my eyes when I was 15 years old, would show me today if I put them back on.

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