S Y Z Y G Y
Ariana Steiner
Ariana Steiner
b. 1995
alicejadesteiner@gmail.com
Our faith in what we perceive to be reality is admirable, but I believe there is power in accepting that we are unreliable narrators, even to our own stories. The mind is remarkable but it is also malleable, and as moments become memories, they can be rewritten. We find ourselves forgetting small things constantly. Names, birthdays, the location of our keys, or phones. I find myself forgetting and rewriting larger chunks of my past. Time plays a key role in this, as the ability to sort my memories chronologically consistently fails me. I have learned to trust myself cautiously and to remember that there are gaps between what I think and what exists in the world. I have learned to fill these gaps in perception with beauty rather than sadness, and to derive what I can call art from the blank spaces in my mind where I am told normalcy should be.
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