No 1: KIMBROUGH 1998
LUCIA AUERBACH
I like the inside.
It feels safe and clean here.
I can control it.
The sun presents itself through the windows and places itself on the wall as if this world is a gallery and her rays are the true works of art.
The walls are white not out of a love of simplicity, but a call for addition.
The way the sun hits the white wall like it was blank just for her.
IusedtocallthisfeelinglinenNowIwantanewnamebecauseIassociatedlinenwiththesmellofblueplasticFebrezebottlesandI’msotiredofthecommodificationofthingsIfindnaturalinthisworld.Whyismyfeelingoflinenbeingbottledupandsoldinafuckingbluebottlethatdoesn’tevensmelllikewhatlinenissupposedtosmelllike.
This is what linen is supposed to smell like.
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THE INTIMACY OF GOING INTO THE SEA WITH YOUR UNDERWEAR ON AND NOT A BATHING SUIT by Lucia Auerbach
“the world greets you with an increased sense of humanity; freed of all possession. and you must fall vulnerable to the sand in your pores. It'll serve as a memory when you are peeing at work.”
THE SOLES OF FEET by Lucia Auerbach
“I walk and run with my bare feet and i love it when my soles start to scream because now there is finally an externality to my pain. Ha ha ! I want my soles to be pink so i can show it to my doctor and scream HERE! IT'S HERE! YOU CAN SEE IT NOW! they prescribed and sent away. I got to pet her dog.
The rocks in the sea present themselves …. Uh …. Uh … i learned this from toni morrison… And then a nantucket dog pulls you out of your scribbling to remind you that things in the world can love.
My toes run themselves into the sand. It's not like the sand i knew when i was younger. It's harder now than it was but it feels cleaner and richer. Richer than any reality i've ever known. It's clean and doesn’t leave a rim of black tar on my skin. The sand doesn’t invade. It just asks if you want to sit by.
Yes, sand, i do.”
