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REAL COLORFUL CREATURES
Samantha Sanvik
Inspired by Green Woods, B.J.O. Nordfeldt
I’m reminded of the crisp new pages of my inexperienced youth, quickly turned into crumpled corners, faded lines, ripped edges. I’m reminded of the boundless possibilities that arise from a single plot. A plot that has a rise and a fall, with an ending that comes too soon. I’m reminded of Where the Wild Things Are and the creatures that lurk behind each tree. The sharp edges as teeth gleaming around each corner and the stones and waves from the midnight ocean glistening when I look back. I’m reminded that this night too has an ending. I’m constantly reminded of my past through your pictures, framed and hung where my eyes could not divert. A spinning circle of life that only ends where it begins. I’m reminded that these same trees, creatures, and the “komorebi” that surrounds me, directs me home again. I’m reminded of my drive to leave just as much as I’m reminded to be grounded, to remember where I came from. I’m reminded of the chaos of this so-called life and everyone it contains. The way it could all fit into simple geometric designs while bursting with irregularity. I’m reminded of the color purple or when I called it “blurple” and you said that wasn’t a real color. The games we played made it seem real. Real like those creatures are real. Real like the pictures engraved in my memory. Or my memory becoming a permanent picture. I am reminded of you, in the night.
