What I know now
| dc.contributor.author | Wallace, Meril | |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2017-06-22T23:40:09Z | |
| dc.date.available | 2017-06-22T23:40:09Z | |
| dc.date.issued | 2017-06-22 | |
| dc.description | 27 pages | en_US |
| dc.description.abstract | Here is where I first learned to love. To love the place that I am from. To love the harshness of the landscape and hot afternoon winds that rush between canyon walls. Where did this love come from? From time. Time spent lying in the shade of a hardened juniper tree. Time spent listening to the crackling noise of cicadas on the bank of a river. Time spent tracing topographical maps with my fingers hoping to follow the same paths with my feet. Something will always be found in places I venture to, though what is found is not always sought. Regardless of their discovery, things that are found, will always come home with me: objects, images, memories, and the need to return. My practice is in my actions of going to, sitting in, listening to, looking at, walking in, returning to, seeking, trying to understand, and finding myself in place. | en_US |
| dc.identifier.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/1794/22446 | |
| dc.language.iso | en | en_US |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0-US | en_US |
| dc.title | What I know now | en_US |
| dc.type | Terminal Project | en_US |