"Mama, your boobies are low and my boobies are high ...
I taped this quote to the mirror in my studio 5 years ago and I look at it every day. It makes me laugh.
Ask a woman what she wishes were different about her body and she will tell you: a less jiggly rear, bigger/smaller boobs, longer legs, thinner arms, a flatter stomach, pretty knees ...
Ask children this same question and they will be brutally honest about their wants. They will look you in the eye and answer:
Eyes that can see all the way to the other side of the earth.
Fingernails colored red-pink-yellow, red-pink-yellow.
A permanently attached spy kit. Right here.
Ask people what they wish were different about their lives, and many will say: More time.
And different about the world? More peace.
I'd say this, too.
Below are images* from this last month, during which I've tried to make time and tried to be peaceful.
I'll be writing soon about a maybe-big project I'm all fired up about, and will (gulp) ask for something I'd like to have, but I need to focus on that ask and get my thoughts straight first.
(Maybe you'll discover you have this something and would very much like to get rid of it -- No, no, no, it's not a jiggly rear, I already have one of those. Geez, people).
I'm looking for some specific old things, and I'll be giving them a voice. You could help if you'd like. More on that to come.
Meanwhile, it is 3 degrees Fahrenheit in Anchorage.
*If any of you are on Instagram, I'm @amymeissnerartist, where I post daily.
Artist in Anchorage, Alaska, sometimes blogging about the collision of history, family & art, with the understanding that none exists without the other.