I found it.
The picture whose name I couldn’t remember.
John Singleton Copley, Watson and the Shark.
I knew the name once. Had to memorize it for an art competition. Our team lost because I didn’t know how to spell.
That’s what happens when you let the dyslexic kid on the team. We had index cards to practice identifying the pieces of art.
John Singleton Copley, Watson and the Shark, oil on canvas, 1778
I was always very luckily to be exposed to so much art when I was younger.
It was one of those pictures I would remember that I had forgotten the name and I would try desperately to grasp at the name only to forget it.
Every time I’d ask my mom where she kept those index cards and every time she’d give me a different answer. Never a straight answer.
I wasn’t looking for it, just happened across it while looking for another artist and painting I once memorized and forgotten.
I need to see the ocean.
I need to organize my thoughts.
I need to know why my mom thought that sending me an email at 12:00 am telling me my grandma had cancer and then not pick up the phone was a good idea.
—carolyn self
Flommist Carolyn Self is a bag of words that sometimes shakes out into coherent sentences. Copyright © 2016 Carolyn Self. Pictured: The second of three editions of Watson and the Shark; original here.
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