Blog Post: Antonia Showering

What a mess. At one point it looked as if it was going to be perfect. Can we rub back to where we once were? Or keep going until this is resolved? I want to feel something when I look at you. I want other people to feel it too. Once fresh with a lyrical touch, now you appear overworked and muddied. A light wash seems to help you relax, along with various types of spirits. I think about you often and look at your photograph when we are apart. I even talk about you, not just your appearance, but everything: what inspires you and what you’re about. Your fragile surface reveals fragments of histories and experiences undergone. Traces of previous decisions become visible. Suddenly I’m celebrating your mistakes. Happy accidents become defining features. Abstract thoughts and emotions are slowly made tangible and you are finished. My name is tattooed on your back along with the year you felt complete. Maybe we won’t see each other again in the flesh and this saddens me, after all; what a journey we had. As you drive off in the van I give a half smile as in some ways it means we succeeded.

Antonia Showering: BNC18 Artist Page