I have decided to choose a piece of text to base my final major project narrative illustration on. This was after my inspiration from the artist Alex Simpson’s work basedon looking back in her childhood. Here is a bank of text pieces I plan to use as inspiration for my work:
“when we were kids
laying around the lawn
we often talked
we’d like to
agreed on the
like to die
none of us
we are hardly
we think more
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
The Pond – Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was–
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
things don’t die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf’s belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother’s call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups? – Kimiko Hahn
For My Daughter Written by: David Ignatow
When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you. You were such a star to me, following you through birth and childhood, my hand in your hand. When I die choose a star and name it after me so that I may shine down on you, until you join me in darkness and silence together.
At the moment I’m finding it harder than expected to find pieces that work for me. I’m hoping to find a piece imagery that makes reference to the themes I have discussed in my project proposal, as originally I want to look at themes of nostalgia and how I can link it to my own nostalgia of an age before the internet. By doing that I’m finding text that interests me and I could see myself making work on.