Monday, May 26, 2014

In My Life

 
Florine Stettheimer


The Beatles are not my favorite band, I don’t have things like ‘favorite bands,’ but today, as I have been cleaning and getting summer clothes out in place of winter ones, their song “In My Life” from 1965 has been looping in my head.  This is a very short song, heard in all sorts of tucked memory places like cars, grocery stores, background noise in someone’s home.  The song is about memories, about people and places and things and it is a just a whim on remembrance of those things.  Maybe because it is Memorial Day, maybe because summer feels ‘here’, maybe it’s the rush of moments stopping long enough so there is time for reflection and pivots of decisions to be made that is making this song buzz in my head, I’m not sure but it is and maybe that means something.

I’ve written and said this many times before, how to me, life, art, this thing that is this ‘thing,’ is all about the personal.  In this city, New York, City, it sometimes can feel a certain way.  A certain distance between you and people, you and goals, you and places, you and yourself.  Through this you/one can expand, consider and plan, but at times it can also isolate, and distort maybe a bigger picture.  I write this because of late this is something that has been dominating my life and it has affected the way in which I spend time and the way that I interact with art and the art world.  This happens, this is obviously normal and fine, but today, it feels like things are resolved in a way because certain things have been decided.  Those decisions may not lessen things but it allows for movement and possible change. 

The summer always makes me more energetic.  I feel focused and I am excited to see so much art in this city and its near bys.

I know this is more personal than most posts, even in a vague way, but this is what is I’m thinking about right now and that’s as honest as I can get.  On this amazingly sunny day, make sure to spend time with loved ones, and/or those that enrich your life in the most important ways.  Memory building is not a strategy of life, it just is.  And although you/one cannot control it many times, or in many ways, the dailiness of who you spend time with and what you do with your time is yours to invent and to nourish.


In My Life

There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more