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There’s a memory that often floats, camouflaged in the surfaces of my mind. It’s a soft-edged, distant one, both wonderful and gone. Both sunny and sad. As if the laughter of my baby cousins swelled into a deep channel beneath the earth, along with mine. I often dream of the original ground I walked on. The hum of the fire lit stove mixed with the neighboring street sounds, and the soft chirp of crickets setting a foreground for the song of the distant bird. My grandmother’s Quran recitations played on repeat, while my grandfather’s news broadcast rumbled five feet in front of him and the stool he’d positioned in the center of the room.
Sometimes, I’d close my eyes to try to listen for it again. But most of the time it feels too hard to find and too spread out. The familiar scenes, no longer tangible and abstracted to figments of mental pictures, colors, sounds, and “not sure what to calls”.
Details:
- Dimensions: 19.75 × 9.75 in
- Oil paint on canvas
- Signature: front and back, title on the back
- Includes certificate of authenticity