Notes From A Trip To The Past/Present 005

Sometimes, you just have to take care of your physical form.

me, somewhere in the Cataluñan region of Spain. March 2023.

"The bridge I must be
Is the bridge to my own power
I must translate
My own fears
Mediate
My own weaknesses

I must be the bridge to nowhere
But my true self
And then I will be useful"
— Kate Rushin, The Bridge Poem¹

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I am currently on an Artist Residency, writing, thinking, and working toward one of my current works in progress. This WIP might be a book. Each day that I am here, on the residency, I will send you a note. They will reach you at all hours of the day and night. I do not promise that they will be long, coherent, adhere to any one form, or make sense at all. You are welcome to ask about what is shared—though I do not promise to answer or make any meaning for you. This space is after all a documentation of my creative practice—no more, no less.

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As seen in: Lorde, A. (2020a). Audre Lorde: Dream of Europe : Selected Seminars and Interviews : 1984-1992.