A body’s memory forgotten…
Last night I read a September journal entry and was surprised that I had not remembered writing it when I wrote entry #6 here less than a month later. I am writing about and revisiting some of the techniques I used in art making as a child and am particularly interested in my body’s memory for some of those techniques. Here is an excerpt:
“in 1972 the floor in our finished ‘rumpus room’ was cold to the touch – composition tiles with textures and a seemingly random pattern of raised, solid circles, or was it ovals? or random shapes?
oh, how i loved to pick a spot on the floor and see just how many identical spots i could find from where my cheek was pressed to the floor. i would pull my body around in great circles and survey the entire circumference in an effort to reunite the separated shapes.
and i discovered i could make amazingly professional looking turtles by making rubbings with crayon and adding little turtle heads and legs. all while laying flat on the cold, composition tile floor.”
tags: boys and girls, memory, pattern, maps
