I folded some laundry today, in my little break from writing. It was unintentional, but this is usually how I lay out the four piles of clothes, for each family member.
I usually notice these banal structures I create, but for the sake of documentation, decided to take a picture. I thought they looked similar to the way I layer a compost.
It felt like composting within my domestic everyday. It put a smile on my face.
Also:
It feels weird taking pictures of my inner life. Am I 'gazing' into my own life through this camera?
I'm not sure how I could document things for the sake of justifying the things that matter to me. these itty bitty things, without spending time drawing or painting it to document it for legitimacy sake.
Perhaps, whether I draw it, take a picture of it, or paint it, as long as I am trying to capture it for a 'research' purpose, or legitimizing my experience, rather than being confident to say it matters, these little banal things matter to me, they may be stuck behind a 'gaze' filter.
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