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Don't Get Offended

 

I have looked at my collection of windowsill images from people I know and from people I do not. I have tried and stumbled over writing stories about them, especially the ones I know. Maybe I need to find a different approach. When I receive a picture of a windowsill that belongs to someone I know, I find it difficult to look at them objectively. I know the personality behind the display of objects just enough to cloud a creative vision. Maybe I need to find the power to disconnect and reconnect after creating the story. I don’t want to offend you.

It is the magic of being an outsider who is glancing in. Well, an elongate glance. Actually more of a stare each time I walk past. Well, if it is an interesting one, I walk past -clock it- turn around- walk past again -and again- just so I manage to take in everything. By not knowing, the stories immediately exploit the reign they’ve been given to be more fantastical and uncouth. The stories could be true or untrue – it doesn’t matter either way, we will never know.

When I walk past a windowsill stacked high with magazines and a Celebrations selection box tin right at the top- I immediately think that the person is a collector or hoarder whose house is in acqua alta (high waters), that he/she hasn’t the capacity to look after themselves or care about the cleanliness of their home orrr… he/she is dead.

So to write unedited, disconnected, unprotected. Please don’t get offended, I am not talking about you.

 

Claire