Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail
So today I will introduce myself.
Previet!
My name is Flinn, but I am known by many names.
I am 23, I live in Boston with a boy who stole my heart and an adorable kittenbutt named Rufio.
By day I am a veterinary assistant at a cat hospital and by night I enjoy cooking dinner and drinking wine with my man. I am also a literary enthusiast with a knack for writing, an artist in slight remission, a bone collector and a key holder.
Some days I just enjoy laying around watching movies or reading, sometimes watching five hours of The X-Files... It happens. Other days I enjoy adventuring with my best friend, hunting out new eateries and funky stores. I like to travel and hate that I can't do it more often. Music tends to be background noise to me and if it were up to me I could listen to the same song 500 times in a row. I enjoy the basics; Modest Mouse, Talking Heads, The Pixies, Joanna Newsom and any and all oldies, soul, r&b. If it were my job to cuddle, drink wine and read all day, I would be the richest woman alive.
I used to be a ballerina and am working to get back into that. Dancing makes me the happiest person in the world, whether its swinging with my fave partner or a super structured, intense ballet workout, you will never see me happier.
I found religion in 4x5 cameras and dark rooms.
But I collect many catholic artifacts and that being the religion I was brought up with, I use it and it's influences on me in much of my artwork.
I am a collector of odds and ends and while my collections may look jumbled to an outsider, they are strung together for me by one thing, they spoke to me. All my photographs, personal or otherwise, my figurines, books, clothes, papers, trinkets, whathaveyou, it all speaks to me, conjures memories. It's why I have a hard time parting with anything. People and places included.
I have lost many people in my life. Each loss took it's toll on me, but none have been as heavy as when I lost my grandmother. Its strange, but I find her in much that I do and see. I often feel that since she has passed, I have only grown closer to her and I continue to each day.
I hold life extremely dear and tend to be extremely cautious which sends me into bouts of vertigo.
I like tattoos. Good tattoos. Fun tattoos. I have three and I want more.
1. My degas dancer on the left side of my back. NOT a tramp stamp.
2. La chiave scripted under my left clavicle. It's in my fathers handwriting and means "the key" in Italian. I have a fixation on keys and locks and secrets. This tattoo means a lot to me, personally and having it in my fathers handwriting, well. It's eternal.
3. My bird tattoo on my thigh. In a row a skull, feather and bird legs with a No.23 underneath. I use birds in my artwork to represent myself and the number 23 was something that T drew for me on my birthday. It's alos our anniversary (Feb.3).
I have my kids names picked out already. I know I will have a girl first. It's just the way it's meant to work.
Bleh blah blerg.
That's it. Is anyone sick of me and these thingamagigs?
Too bad, only like 3 people read this.
Here I am:
I have also decided to take a picture of myself every single day from here on out. Not always a photobooth picture, but I can't promise much. Just because I know there are probably some creepers out there wondering how I look. HOT.
First, I find it interesting that you said that you've grown closer to your grandmother since she passed. As you know, I recently discovered a whole box of stuff, from photo albums to diplomas and newspaper clippings from my grandparents who I lost at a young age. I feel like I know them better through that than I did when they were around. This is unfortunate, but this has given me the chance to get to know my other set while they're still here. It also makes me want to print all of my pictures and throw away the digital files, so maybe someday my grandkids can find a similar box, because they will most likely not find my computer sitting around in the closet. Damn you, digital!
ReplyDeleteSecond, I'm not sick of these things, haha. I love reading whatever you have to say. Don't stop.
You know how much I LOVE digital! ... Ugh. Convenient and intangible, if that doesn't describe modern times I don't know what does.
ReplyDeleteI love all of those photos you found. The first thing I said to myself was, WANT. But then I thought about those ballet slippers your family friend (I can't remember who) found... I still dream about those, hahaha. I also recently found photos of my grandmothers, some printed in Slovakia and some from before she knew my grandfather, of BOYS no less!!! Hahaha, it's funny to glimpses into a life she could have had... But where would I be?