some days you need cushioning
Sunny J (my boyfriend) tied me up with layers of cushions and a long length of rope. Until I as swaddled in cushions as I could be.
But before we could get started: we had some difficulty finding the right location to shoot the photographs for this project. Driving around Cleveland, Ohio I really liked the partially-forgotten streets of Cleveland, where life seems a memory of times past, with not as much lived present. The region has seen better days, more prosperity. But that boom time is now gone.
It was my first journey to America and the only city I would see on this trip. There is something forlorn about the wide streets, the locked up buildings. Signs of decay setting in, here and there, and every now and then some life to remind me that this indeed is 'today' not a memory of the past, not a film I pass through.
I think of homeless people, of 'bag ladies', of men pushing their trolleys of posessions through the streets. Forlorn feelings. And all were children once, playing in a sandpit, playing cave under a kitchen table and hiding in a mountain of bedding and cushions.
So hard to imagine the all-promising past and seeing here the what became of that past in this present moment.
The desire to be protected, to feel cushioned from a fate that might scoop you up run and fast as the wind dropping you in some unfamiliar location. Best to be prepared. Best to cushion the fall, best to be safe and not break anything. ..
I landed softly in the life of sunny J. What luck I had. What a miracle in fact.
safe and protected..
we miss sunny J's lovely grandmother. I can't believe she's gone.
an old art project of mine. Whimsical but also a little about what to do when one is fragile or vulnerable?