it was the same way when i visited AMC's art studio when we had just met. i barely knew a thing about him but walking around inside the small space, with his music playing and soft lights, i didn't want to leave. it seemed to me then that i could stay there forever.
creation rooms seem to be like an apothecary, where the complete range of human emotions, dreams and possibilities are stored in glass jars, available anytime for the artist to come and perform their alchemy, mixing a bit from this jar, and that, to compose their work, trying to find just the way to express in symbols, the way things look and feel on the inside. there is a peaceful emptiness there, like a white canvas or fresh sheet of paper. a blanket of quiet peace wafts, perhaps because the heart speaks in whisper.
a sense of home is my favorite and most treasured feeling. though i've been back to this town where i grew up many times over the years, it's on this trip that i realize it's impact. this town, and most importantly the people here- raised me, nutured and taught me. a hometown might be like the ultimate creating room. growing up, learning about the world, it's like all of the experiences are made into an extract, and stored away in the glass jars we keep inside, to be taken down off the shelf at different points in life to mix together in the creation of a life. perhaps a hometown and the people there, create the apothecary that we carry inside, going everywhere we do.
thank you hometown and mostly, the people here.
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| Sarey, my adoptive mother and I got pedicures! |
