An Open Letter

I feel like I’m at a weird impasse of feeling performative and being in the moment. I’m not being observed by anyone but I’m in my head to some extent about that. But some of these art pieces are moving me to the verge of tears, and it’s always the most inconspicuous ones. Like I see something that reminds me of something I’ve seen in my life before. Or I see something and a phrase or word just pops into my head, and I view it in that lens. I saw a piece which was a ton of threads over a canvas, and it felt like it circled around the center in some ways, and the phrase that came to mind was “God, I would have come home”. It just felt like all of the lines were choices or paths, and at some point it would have been a decision to go to a loved one. And the weird lack of structure or image makes it almost feel like just the emotion, and the loss of structure. And I think about what could be.