October 22, 2008

Childhood Memories

a robot with one eye riding on a parade float

Watercolors
Tonight I sat down on a Sushi train at a hole-in-the-wall spot round old town. I was by myself and I got sandwiched between a guy and a girl on either side of me. The guy to my right was on a date with another girl on his right and he kept checking his email on his phone. He kept apologizing to the girl. He kept saying stuff like, “I just have to check, or… it just makes me go crazy… I can’t stop thinking about it…” She would kindly acknowledge his genuine yet remorseless disclaimer, but you could tell by the tone of her response that she was like, “dude, turn that phone off or I am going to shove that gawdamn Inariroll in your ear…” The girl to my left was with a threesome of Sushi-goers. She was wearing a long burgundy trench coat, the girl next to her had a nose ring and visible tattoos, and the guy they were with had an unkept red beard and a forest green T on. Why am I saying all of this?

To bring this story back to center, lately, I’ve been pondering that in any given 24 hour period you see, hear, smell, taste and experience so much. For example, in the last 24 hours I’ve had lunch with a friend and talked about Russian political strategy, I had tea with a friend and talked about dogs with nerve damage, I walked about 4 miles through the city and I took the light rail several times (as I witnessed the city at 30mph), I ducked into numerous vintage shops and scouted out my Halloween costume components, I worked, I checked emails, I’ve listened to probably 100 songs, and the last 3 nights I’ve slept in a warehouse with a hammer by my side for securities sake, I’ve… ok, I will stop there. All I am saying is that if you pay attention, you realize that in just 24 hours you experience about 24 Million things. Being physically cold then hot, witnessing anger at a traffic stop, getting asked for change, watching political videos online, drinking coffee, smelling grass as you walk by a group of girls outside a bar who are trying to mask the green smell with cigarette smoke, etc. Bottom line, lots is going on. And whether we know/pay attention to it or not, our brain is a big filing cabinet. Everything we experience is stored- some of these memories resurface and others are locked in the vault for good. They all manifest and/or combine differently. And much like our fingerprint, no one has the same experiences as the next person. The guy I sat next to on the train tonight had an entirely different 24 hour period prior to crossing my path tonight.

(Thank you for listening to my mental diarrhea just now)

The image above was one I did about 25 years ago. Judging from the texture of the print, I am going to site the medium as likely finger paint. At first glance (since pulling out of my memory box) I asked myself what it was or what I was trying to draw… I have no idea? A robot with one eye riding on a parade float is as good of a guess as any… any guesses of your own?

Garett Croft Stenson

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