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Day 30 - Make a commitment
Maths
commitment to finding somewhere to get everything out and look at it together
I commit to finishing this - 1/5 Lover’s Eyes
Pencil performance practice
To live
This is unfinished
Marinating chicken in the garden Masala in Tupperware on fold out tables Overlapping conversations in broken English Punjabi shouts and joy and haste I want my uncles to cry and my aunts to care At the child they once helped shape But it’s not the brief conflict and makeup Bending it like beckham won’t fix Years of being told my body Skin Passions Aren’t good enough It’s more complicated than I hate my family It’s longing for community that they were the foundations of It’s seeing all the toxicity fade away through vhs But the stories live on while there are voices to tell it Each side innocent the other to blame My side is innocent A child is innocent I can talk about things that other call trauma and shrug Because that was just how it was And it was never seen as trauma it was grooming Ripping the hair from your face at 11 is grooming Ripping the hair from your arms at 12 is grooming Hating and shaping the body you’re in is self improvement Self improvement of a child I know it’s wrong it’s not trauma But when I say it out loud So disconnected It needs therapy I’m robotic in the face of trauma we call culture But I long for my family I want the dhol to rumble the ground And the floor to shake with dance As it once did for my mother stained palms and soles Three days of food Being fed ladoos under red and gold chiffon Oiled hair by elders Cartons of mango juice bottles of fizzy Completely overwhelmed and little autonomy I want that more than grand hotels and three course meals on plates laid out for instagram
Marinating chicken in the garden Masala in Tupperware on fold out tables Overlapping conversations in broken English Punjabi shouts and joy and haste I want my uncles to cry and my aunts to care At the child they once helped shape But it’s not the brief conflict and makeup Bending it like beckham won’t fix Years of being told my body Skin Passions Aren’t good enough It’s more complicated than I hate my family It’s longing for community that they were the foundations of It’s seeing all the toxicity fade away through vhs But the stories live on while there are voices to tell it Each side innocent the other to blame My side is innocent A child is innocent I can talk about things that other call trauma and shrug Because that was just how it was And it was never seen as trauma it was grooming Ripping the hair from your face at 11 is grooming Ripping the hair from your arms at 12 is grooming Hating and shaping the body you’re in is self improvement Self improvement of a child I know it’s wrong it’s not trauma But when I say it out loud So disconnected It needs therapy I’m robotic in the face of trauma we call culture But I long for my family I want the dhol to rumble the ground And the floor to shake with dance As it once did for my mother stained palms and soles Three days of food Being fed ladoos under red and gold chiffon Oiled hair by elders Cartons of mango juice bottles of fizzy Completely overwhelmed and little autonomy I want that more than grand hotels and three course meals on plates laid out for instagram
This is unfinished
Keep drawing -Alabaster sculpture in the making
Relativity
Commitment: script
I commit to writing the first episode of “Dusten’s Creek”, a sketch comedy show about my friend’s husband and the stories he has to tell. I commit to writing this episode by May 7th, 2023.
I commit to writing the first episode of “Dusten’s Creek”, a sketch comedy show about my friend’s husband and the stories he has to tell. I commit to writing this episode by May 7th, 2023.
Commitment: script
Women in sound
Keep going, keep experimenting
Commitment
Catmmitment
Committed To Red
Make more care less
April 30
I will always play.
Parents
hazy plans
Shrine
I will stay on the bus
Tea rose (incomplete)
lying in bed last night
Day 30 - one day
Fear of flying
A 30/30 proposal
Next project!
Domestic archaeology - photography invaded the country (a commitment to nonsense)
Staying Playful
Just do it
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