for even in this stillness, it’s still life…
Ever since I was a child, I have constructed still life tableau ~ tiny worlds within worlds, sometimes hiding in plain sight, more often tucked into cozy containers . My mother presented the following to me when they last moved (note the rendition of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s The First Four Years as it may be my first artists book):
Still life is a practice I continue to this day, although now I consider these arrangements more to be gatherings. Traces bearing witness to memory and moments of time. I am finding solace in these cozy corners of my home for while I currently shelter in place, they remind me of journeys near and far. They allow me to “dwell in possibility.” (Emily Dickinson)
We stay still, but even in stillness, it is still life.
