Club Meeting
There's More Than Me
I’ve been collecting forms and placing them inside a cabinet—things you’ve seen, things I’ve felt, things that aligned, things hesitant and dormant.
It’s been years, seconds, quiet, and moments in between. It’s all part of a bigger moving scene.
I can hardly recognize myself. I’ve changed, you have too. Taking note of these changes, something of a blue hue. The door is closing, the process unpinning as each shift feels like something beautiful and ugly. I can now walk towards something called to becoming, crawling was just the beginning.
It’s been years, seconds, quiet, and moments in between. It’s all part of a bigger moving scene.
I can hardly recognize myself. I’ve changed, you have too. Taking note of these changes, something of a blue hue. The door is closing, the process unpinning as each shift feels like something beautiful and ugly. I can now walk towards something called to becoming, crawling was just the beginning.
