my body is morning light

some sort of end for now

Ainsley says this is a piece of philosophy writing, and i laugh when she says it but i also suppose she is right. i didn’t set out to philosophize at you. i did, however, set out to make sense of my own existence and tell you about it. and really, aren’t those the same thing?

this writing, this art, and all of the movement they contain has happened at the hands of repetition. repetition is a practice that brings me back into my body. it reminds me that i am part of a whole and it shows me the many identities i hold. identities like the quality of light at dawn. repetition allows me to sink into these embodied knowledges and connects me to a sense that my existence is bigger than the body i inhabit.

maybe after reading this, maybe after viewing the collection of textiles, you look at repetition as a practice to be entered into creatively. maybe awareness becomes the prayer you keep. maybe your thoughts become visual material. maybe you feel yourself rise with the sun and you start to think

my body is morning light