Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Left behind on my run

As many of you know, I am an avid runner. While running, I think about all kinds of things. Sometimes I count the number of blocks left on my route, sometimes I make a mental list of everything I need to do at work that day, and, quite often, I have a realization about how I feel about someone in my life at that moment. 

The map at left is one of my running routes through Boerum Hill-Carroll Gardens-Gowanus-Park Slope. I tend to pick hillier paths so I can increase resistance. I seem to like slogging through the difficult parts to get to my running high.

Is the same true of my relationships?

My plan is to install some of my "post-its" along my running route. These will be stitched on pieces of plastic bags. I feel as though I have accumulated a lot of dating experiences, and it's time to let go of a lot of ideas and memories. Similarly, I seem to accumulate plastic shopping bags. I can reuse them if I want, but ultimately, they are disposable. In today's dating culture, I feel as if relationships are disposable. We are "shopping for perfection," and can always replace a current love interest with someone "better."

The piece at left says, "What I left behind on my run: thoughts of you and my relationships, current and swollen with memory."

3 comments:

  1. Wow, I really like how you think. There are not a lot of deep thinkers. I really hope that you can find a relationship that fits your expectation and that of the other person. I think you will have a lot to share on the up side of that as well.

    It seems that relationships, people, jobs, houses, boundaries, they all seem to have a disposable dissolving quality to them. Maybe it is just the shock of living in a chaotic world.

    I have done "found" art before. I made some cicada Japanese bags with ATC inside. It feels good to give to the world.

    I like to walk on the beach everyday.
    I will think about you running in NYC while I walk and get sand in my socks, and step around claws of crabs and shell "bones" as my daughter calls the shells left behind by the waves.

    Peace

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  3. Thank you so much for your support, kind and thoughtful comments, and blog-related advice.

    I love the image of your walks on the beach with your daughter. I wish I lived closer to a natural environment (meaning, something other than concrete)!

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