OBJECTS / for the body
I have been in relationship with objects my entire life.
I remember the rings my grandmothers wore every day. How they moved on their fingers. My grandfather's pocket watch. The smell of tobacco from his pipe. The objects that sat in the same places in the homes I knew as a child. I didn't understand it then, but objects were already holding what I needed, long before I had words for it. They carried the feeling of people, places and time inside them. Long after the moment had passed, the object remained.
The body knows objects differently.
Their weight. Temperature. Texture. The way something rests against the skin or moves with it. The feeling of reaching for something that has been there for so long we notice its absence before we notice its presence.
Over time, the things we live with gather something of us. Memory, touch, habit, association. Their meaning isn’t fixed. It changes through use, through bodies, through time.