02/20/2024
34 journeys around the sun.
Year 33 was full of highlights and brought so many joy-filled memories and lessons certainly worth remarking on. I know 34 has more of the same in store but I went a different direction with the birthday image this year.
Birthdays tend to feel a bit melancholic for me and this year, in the days leading up to today, that’s been especially true. So what better way to deal with that feeling than to harness it, and release it by using it to make art.
I saw something that said that on average, year 34 is the happiest year for women. The pressure of maybe not living up to that factoid added to the chaos brain I already deal with this time of year.
The truth is, birthdays can bring up a lot of complicated and contradictory emotions. Pride in how far you’ve come battling with disappointment in the boxes still left unchecked. Excitement about the year ahead mixed in with anxiety about the unknown. Time is weird and abstract and fickle. It gives us memories and moments that add up to make us who we are and it is also this constant unraveling rope and the unease of never really knowing how much we have is overwhelming at times. Birthdays are just a big soup of all of this: good and troubling, happy and daunting. With each bit, we might end up on either end of the spectrum or with some combination of it all.
Anyway, typical dramatic me, I have to turn my musings into an exhibition. This is Dichotomy. It has lots of layers of meaning and explaining them here would require another novel-length social media journey entry so I will leave interpretation up to the viewer. Enjoy.
PS, in case this came across as too depressing for a birthday post, my day started with beautiful surprises and coffee from my sweet family and if this morning is any indication, year 34 will definitely live up to the hype ♥️