Imagine all of the people you brush against during your day, all of the hundreds, maybe thousands. You speak with a handful of them. Maybe when you order a coffee, perhaps when you pick up your mail, or even just when buying a carton of milk. It’s probably just a ‘hello’ and a ‘thank you’ sandwiching the business deal, and you walk on. You may even give your name to your order, but it’s not personal, it’s business.
When the interaction is daily, the punctuation can evolve into a sentence: “How are you today?” may over the weeks morph into “How was your barbecue on Saturday?” A small set of in-jokes might emerge, or a shared story.
Now a leap. One of those stories gives you a deeper insight. Directions to a journal, a daily public recording of one person’s creative thoughts, inspirations and musings. Suddenly, you see the inner workings of the external face. A simple cup of coffee and a hello, but also the creativity and thinkingness behind the daily routine.
A beautiful, burning, vital soul exposed through writing and art, but totally veiled in face-to-face reality. She would like that I think: the social construction of her own reality.
I think I need to create something that describes this better. An embroidery maybe?