Drawing on a lines of thought that are tangled, threaded, leaving traces and making trails. Moments fade into feelings. Words come to mind. A photograph held.
Perception comes to mind. Ways, and ways, of not just seeing, with a lens, an eye, but this sensing that is embodied, that is depicted through gestures, movements, sounds. Our ways that fade into perception.
Words are tricky. To conjure from our thoughts and feelings these spells, this spelling out with this magic wand, a pen. And this paper. To hold. To become embodied, situated, again. A place for our words. To reflect in another light.