I want to challenge myself to tell more stories from my life, but the challenge may be too great. Not that much happens while you are driving 200 miles a day, and work is just work.
There are at least three or four stories embedded in this pair of images, though – maybe even more.
On the left, there are stories of our family hobby, visiting old things in Long Grove antique stores, and stories of wishes my mother lost and avoided for fear of failure. On the right, I see my 6 year old self, captivated in museums, not entirely sure which items in the cases can be alive and which can’t, and stories I still need to tell myself, before I can tell you. Stories where the mask with the sharp teeth becomes my best friend, the one I have been waiting so long to find – red, and dangerous, and so very fiercely me.