Lately, I’ve been spending copious amounts of time in the kitchen. Whether this is out of compulsion, intrigue, or survival, I don’t know. But what
Floating on in a void of time Gazing upon fleeting lives Feeling immortal Worshiped as such But even the light of the sun Must one
I was 12 when we moved to the farm. New England is full of old brick buildings, colorful treescapes, and an air that smells of fresh rain and apple pies. These are the things I thought of; not the unmarked mass graves, unknown cave systems under our homes, nor the spirits that walk them.
Given how I tend to experience places, with my senses first, I became particularly enamored with the work of Antoni Gaudí while I was in Barcelona. Some of his whimsical creations, expert use of color and avoidance of straight lines in his most experimental designs have stuck with me this long, inspired some of my own art and helped me to rethink everything I’d previously considered to be “beautiful”.
Our consciousness is trapped in the inbetween. We reside in a nomansland with historical honor behind us and accelerated knowledge in front of us.
I wish to breathe the air of history, but also taste the future. I ponder at what life would be like if only I had been born earlier or later.
In this fictional prose piece, the protagonist has an encounter with two alternate versions of herself – her burdensome, yet loyal companion Fear and the idealized version of her youth The Bride. Set against the backdrop of a castle in Chianti, Italy, a place Taylyn visited as a teenager, this rhythmic story illustrates the main character’s desire to overcome Fear and seek out greater adventures, ultimately coming to terms with all of the versions of herself she has still yet to meet.
