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OUT LOOKING FOR MYSELF AND EMILY’S SHOES is an 8x6 limited edition signed print. Like Generations X,Y,Z and The Alphas, Betas, Boomers, and The Lost, as my generation is labelled, we want to find our authentic selves, right? Or at least pretend ones.
I’m Gen Lost and I want to become a more authentic me and embrace myself and my journey. I want to make choices that align with my core values. I want a more porous personhood. I want a self-schema. I want manifestation, mindfulness, and mirror self-recognition. And all the other cliched, modern gooble-de-gook. In reality, most of all I just want to find my missing social security check and my left Scooter Lafarge sneaker. They’re somewhere. As is the authentic me.
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” Emily Dickinson wrote that. Could it be a line from another dark and morbid poem about life and death not stopping because Death lost Emily’s address? No! it isn’t even a poem. It’s from a letter Em wrote sharing her frustrations about moving from one house to another. Here’s part of it.
“I cannot tell you how we moved. I had rather not remember. I believe my “effects”were brought in a bandbox. I took my hat and coat, and my best shoes— but the box was lost in the melee, and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
Emily is doing her own search. Looking for herself. No influencers, spiritual advisers, goopers, life coaches, or pseudo-therapist grifter. Just Em and the lantern. Revery alone will do if the box is found.
I’m Gen Lost and I want to become a more authentic me and embrace myself and my journey. I want to make choices that align with my core values. I want a more porous personhood. I want a self-schema. I want manifestation, mindfulness, and mirror self-recognition. And all the other cliched, modern gooble-de-gook. In reality, most of all I just want to find my missing social security check and my left Scooter Lafarge sneaker. They’re somewhere. As is the authentic me.
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” Emily Dickinson wrote that. Could it be a line from another dark and morbid poem about life and death not stopping because Death lost Emily’s address? No! it isn’t even a poem. It’s from a letter Em wrote sharing her frustrations about moving from one house to another. Here’s part of it.
“I cannot tell you how we moved. I had rather not remember. I believe my “effects”were brought in a bandbox. I took my hat and coat, and my best shoes— but the box was lost in the melee, and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
Emily is doing her own search. Looking for herself. No influencers, spiritual advisers, goopers, life coaches, or pseudo-therapist grifter. Just Em and the lantern. Revery alone will do if the box is found.