The other day I found torn pieces of paper on the street. Another lost note. Multiple notes. At least one on notebook paper and one of the back of something printed. Unfortunately, I couldn't gather all the pieces but on a couple of the pieces that I did collect were curse words. "Shit." "Fuck." "Bitch." I can only assume that they were angry notes.
So this has me thinking about the language we use and the implications behind it. Also the multiple meanings of words and and how we can play with language. This takes me back to the Lost & Found piece I did at the end of the summer. I think I was on to something with my combination of words and images and the layering of meaning. Perhaps I need to return to that again, finding meaning and connections between seemingly random words and images. Maybe they don't have to be random to me. Maybe I just need to think about the things I'm using now and how I can build upon them with layers of meaning.
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