i have often wondered if our early memories implant deep in us and effect us or if we remember them because of how we turned out. my earliest memory is visiting my great grandmother in the hospital and seeing a sunflower picture i made for her on the wall. epic foreshadowing.
i remember walking in this room, and, because i was short, it seemed like 30, 40 feet up on the wall, was this drawing of a sunflower. i can still see it in my mind. i remember thinking “woah, i made that”. im assuming i only had a tenuous grip on object permanence at this time.
but i do remember cognizing “wow. i made that. and its here... in this room, where these people are. thats crazy”. it was a classic little kid scribbley drawing of a sunflower. i had this memory but didn’t know what it was until i mentioned it to my mom, who told me the context.
thats for sure my earliest memory. in the only photos i have with her im extremely small. i dont remember any of our interactions but apparently we hung out, and when she was in the hospital i gave her that picture. and she put it on the wall, in her hospital room, where she died
and after she died, apparently they buried her with it. and thats my earliest memory. and now i spend all my time making pictures for other people. funny how things work out i guess. also she named me. that was the genesis, and, full circle, i mostly know her through: pictures.
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