by Portia Nelson
I. I walk down the street.
There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.
I am lost.....I am helpless; it isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
II. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place;
but it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall in....it's a habit.
My eyes are open. I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
IV. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V. I walk down a different street.
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background is all kinds of paper I found in the trash one day combined with wax paper, beeswax, red ochre powder and
while glue. If you look closely, the shape of my head and body are mirrored in reverse so that I'm standing with myself
back to back. In each image, I made all the little pieces
The idea behind this image was that I had read somewhere about the tabula rasa, the blank slate that someone thought
each person was when they were born. My slate, by this time in my life, had been broken many times and I'm still trying
to put myself back together again.