09.30.13

I never noticed how few cars drive by parks at night.
The siren's yell simply passing by, forgetting you.

Doors shutting and cats fighting and that siren still just passing you by.

It takes you back to when you were thirteen staring out a third story window, without any idea that this would be the present, and that would be the past, and this moment would be remembered by a lonely nineteen year old girl sitting Indian style on a cement block, with nothing but the third quarter to keep her company,
as she stretches her limbs,
as she stretches her mind,
as she stretches her hopes just a little bit further.

It's when you're staring out that window that you realize: men they don't come the way they tell you in movies. And women, they don't work the way they do in books. Families follow the maze Lucifer and God created at dinner and the most you can hope for are some hedge animals to trap those families in, in their misery and reckless sorrow.

That driveway is looking pretty fine now, darling. That pavement is looking pretty tempting now, sweetheart.

The sirens are far gone, but the park is still here and the view of it all from a third story window is what leaves the curtains swaying with the mysterious air of a forgotten body.

creative practice.

shoot. develop. write. print. write. shoot. develop. write. print. write. write. read. write.
this is what my creative practice looks like currently. 10% work, 90% edits and supplemental reading and writing. but my work is getting stronger. i am more sure of the decisions i am making. i am beginning to believe in my work and my message. i'm in a good place. and i'm incredibly thankful for that right now (and for all of my family, friends, classmates, and professors who are supporting and driving my work currently).

lovelovelove,
autumn jordan

signs of spring//

1// paper cranes on my radiator in the most wonderful afternoon light
2// currently reading: I Wanna Take Me a Picture, Wendy Ewald; Flowers, Robert Mapplethorpe
3// happy succulents and precious things; currently listening to: Cat Power, Sigur Rose, Jenifer Avila
4// new typewriter to assist in my creative practice
5// spring color inspiration for a vintage bedside table i am rehabbing

I've been a super busy bee, but these are some of the things fueling my days lately. I'm currently in the middle of a lot of projects and although it is stressful at times, it fills me with so much excitement for what is to come! Spring is a time of creation, long walks, morning tea, lake picnics, fresh cut flowers, root vegetables, and late nights listening to the rain.

have a happy week!

xo,
autumn jordan

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