This or That_014
Item
- Title
- This or That_014
- Alternative Title
- This or That
- Creator
- Karen Blessen
- Date
- 2022-2023
- Description
- The page is divided into two sections. The left side contains a handwritten entry dated August 16, 2022. The right side features a white square with handwritten text that reads: "2022 THE YEAR OF LIVING AGGRIEVEDLY BEGINNING DECEMBER 19, 2021." The handwriting is in black ink. The left side of the page has a light gray background, while the right side is white. The text on the left is neatly written, and the right side has a simple, clean design.
- Identifier
- B-2022_050622 to 2023 102523_THIS OR THAT
- Dates Completed
- May 6, 2022 - October 25, 2023
- Keywords
- Visual journal; Photographs; 2022; Deep rest; American LOVE Project; 29 Pieces; Sundown plans; Reinvigoration; This Moment in Time; Timeline; Loose ends; Original vision; Artists Making a Kinder World; Curriculum; Brandon Woodard; Prison; THIS OR THAT; IF THIS THEN THAT; Dhammapada; Eknath Easwaran; Meditation; Kelly’s mother; Grief; Anxiety; Summer heat; Garden loss; Nervous breakdown; Fort Worth; Hotel retreat; Art museums; Botanical garden; Construction noise; Emotional overwhelm; Daily choices; Goya; Beatrix Potter; Hokusai; Rico Lebrun; Future direction; Circumstantial clarity
- Transcription
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August 16, 2022
In Fort Worth, retreating from the noise pollution of wood chippers, steel cutting rebar, trees coming down and God knows what else.
I had to run away. I'm here in a Hilton near the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth. The temp on the car said 111. The room is 69 degrees. Frigid.
I'm escaping noise that's built up like torture. Kelly and I contradicting each other on EVERYTHING. And the grief of losing P: Nut and Sparky.
What else? A general malaise induced by an extraordinary endurance test of a summer. Blazing hot. The drive over here was dramatic in the tanness of it all. The sky today was the color of sand. It may have been sand.
On Thursday, I thought I was having a nervous breakdown. Unrelenting noise, a day that started with some insignificant bark from Kelly, uncontrolled tears whenever I imagined P: Nut. Grief about living in a neighborhood that feels like a prison, opposed to what I value.
My fingers feel herky jerky and that bugs me. I love the feeling of writing, but not any more. It's not that my hands hurt. They just feel kind of less nimble. I don't like that.
2022
THE YEAR
OF
LIVING
AGGRIEVEDLY
BEGINNING
DECEMBER 19, 2021 - Rights
- To inquire about usage, please contact Archives & Special Collections, University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries. These images are for educational use only. Not all images are available for publication.
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