ArtWrite 8/13: Lynn Davis
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
I only went because I wanted to prove that I wasn’t the person you thought I was. That I could rough it. That I could endure the cold and the close quarters and the absence of fresh produce. That I, too, could be a voyager.
And I could and I did.
The problem was nature’s outrageous artistry — all that volume and majesty, the invisible shifting of the clouds, the painted light, and the placid water. You didn’t warn me that it would throw my life into relief, crystallizing everything .
I’m done buying that New York is the center of the universe and that living there makes our lives matter more than other people’s. I’m not ashamed of believing in God. And I’m tired of ignoring the truth about us. We have no right to be having conversations about what to name our children when fucking is the only thing that makes us feel connected.
-- Maggie Levine