Thoughts Anxiety's and Dirty Fun
Hello N here writing from the Knox Nicole headquarters. While trying my damndest to go into a deep meditative state and calm my nerves before my work day starts I ran into a bit of wicked fun. Let me try to muster up a visual aid. My body wrapped in chettah spotted cowl neck sweater dress whose shape was inspred by Le Burlap Sack is hiding under a pink comforter trying desperately to convince itself that the sun has not actually risen. My brain which is generally prone to things involving self help tells the body that it must meditate to have a productive day, so while submerged in the pink darkness it flips over so that the stomach is flat against the mattress , the legs are spread a shoulder width apart and the plam’s are facing up. The eyes close in attempt to imagine nothingness. On the inhale I hear my boss. He’s screaming about everything. In general. On the exhale I see his flailing arms. Inhale his head is shacking so fast that his jowls are moving. Exhale his eyes are starting to bulge . Deep inhale He’s about to self destruct. I haven’t reached a relaxed state deep or otherwise, but perhaps did something a bit more satisfying. On the exhale I remember that my brain is my own, no matter what how much anxiety I seem to accrue from the outside world. One more inhale (remember to breath deep and make this one really count) He explodes into a thousand little pieces that I do not pick up. I think my art making follows a similar process. Ciao for now and nice to meet ya.
xx
N
