Run, Rabbit, Run

Okay, I’ll share. I wasn’t sure what to write and more often than not that is okay. At first, I wanted to incorporate this old project that I did when I was in high school. I worked so hard on it. I had taken black and white pictures and there’s one of my sister-in-law in her wedding dress kind of blurred so you cannot observe everything in the photograph. Also at the time I was reading Stan Rice the husband of Anne Rice, he was a poet and painter. I thought his poem “Tragic Rabbit” went so perfectly with the image. Apparently my English teacher did not as the entire portfolio was similar and this could have been a way to get back at her, but I couldn’t make that work. I mean, I still decided to write about it. Just because someone’s ideas might not mesh with your idea of creativity doesn’t mean that you’re wrong, being different is a blessing.

So I started putting in random words as search terms until I found this picture with Felicia Day, at first I thought she was calling herself a “Creepy Doll” something about knowing she is anything but creepy and knowing her personality somewhat as an actress and person made this description of herself just seem right and humorous. Then you notice the doll she’s holding and it feels that it’s hidden in the picture on purpose. We do not always notice what it is meant to be noticed at first glance. My mom seemed to always do this, if it was looking at clouds she’d notice figures. One day I was walking in the grass not too long ago and from her car, she noticed a snake. They were never mean they were always happy figures in a medium like a wood fence that you wouldn’t always notice. The other day I stopped myself because I saw a small finch-like bird stop on a tree downtown, it made me think about how everything is alive and around us, and I’m only noticing this one bird, but how much am I not observing, like at first glance this doll who if you look closer is beautiful and no longer lost.

The first time I heard Sister Gertrude Morgan was during an episode of True Blood, “Power”. This raw soulful sound of pure energy coming at you. A singing prayer, a nun with rock and roll, bluesy and honest. So different from the images and sounds we normally would see. A piece of me loves that music and it resonates.