Dana Reisin
I see my everydayness in plastic bags. Plastic bags are manufactured for a purpose. They contain food, groceries, clothes, books, medicine. Somedays they are empty, Contentless. Some comes in color, others are colorless, transparent. Some are thick and durable, others tear easily. Too easily, unable to carry the weight.
When I feel colorless, and empty- I seek comfort to help me get my colors back, to assist me in carrying the weight. Occasionally I find comfort in objects, sometimes by taking an action or by trying to find my purpose, just like a plastic bag.
Certain objects trigger my mind. Romance, childhood memories, childish desires, toys, candies -all brings me back to a time where I was safe, swaddled, and comforted.
Somedays make me seek comfort within. I self-study: what am I made of? What makes me feel comforted? Which actions silence the noise around me? I find that while acting in an obsessive manner, repetitively, delicate, infinite, meditative movements, I get distracted by manufacturing. By being aware of the present moment, to my action, I manage to achieve balance and be comforted.