Perhaps Our Enduring Thoughts Remember Yesterday
There are days when I look at my old drawings and realize that I was searching for something long before I knew how to name it. Every line feels like a younger version of myself trying to leave breadcrumbs for the person I would eventually become.
You begin to notice that art is filled with these quiet reunions. A poem written years ago suddenly speaks with a voice you finally understand. An unfinished sketch becomes more honest than the polished work that followed it. Time does not always take meaning away; sometimes it returns it with greater tenderness.
I often think about Gerard Sekoto carrying home within his paintings even when home itself was far away. There is something deeply human about that..the refusal to let memory become an orphan.
Perhaps our work is doing the same thing. Perhaps every creative act is an attempt to keep certain parts of ourselves from disappearing completely..
And if memory continues creating through us long after a moment has passed, then where does yesterday truly end?
Super glad that this piece resonated with you, J.. means tons coming from a fellow creative..🍃🙏🏾💯🩶
This image stayed with me: leaving traces for the person we will one day become. Sometimes what we wrote or drew isn’t waiting in the past, but further ahead, when we finally know how to recognize it.