I think the answer may come from a human vertebra I purchased a few years ago… (please, don’t be scared, I’m not Hannibal Lecter, more like Dorothy Annie Elizabeth Garrod, a famous paleontologist). After all, this bone, this fragment of a human memory was once a living being. A woman who was alive circa 1900. That’s all I know about her. I often imagine about the life she might have led. Was she a wife? Did she have children? Was she part of the Suffragette movement? (I hope so.) Anyway, she’s an enigma. She can’t be defined. And, I think in so many ways, these bones are very much a mirror of who I am…or, at least, how I like to be perceived. Enigmatic. Hard to define. …show more content…
I will, like the bones in my very own body, change with time. I want to remain open to that change. I am a lover of genetics and Da Vinci, a girl with a drawer full of make-up and shelves of bones. When I was a kid I’d collect owl pellets in my backyard and steal my mom’s tweezers to pick them apart, filling zip-lock baggies with fragments of tiny creatures. Most of my collection originated in the woods behind my house, but over the years I have purchased a few items. But there is one incredibly unique member of my collection despite the fact that it is a not a member of any skeleton, but of the nervous system. I found this item in a store in Soho last October. I entered with the intention of purchasing a bone, but left with a brain. What fascinates me about it is that it is not simply a piece of what is left behind by a deceased animal, but in a sense, the animal itself and yet ultimately unknowable. An incomplete puzzle. Like me. But, yet something waiting to be discovered. Understood and cherished for their one-of-a-kindness in nature. Each piece of my collection has a story behind it—whether it be told in words, or in scratches and cracks and missing pieces. Sure, my fascination with bones is a bit strange. But, to me, they’re beautiful and they’re complicated. They are narratives with many layers, each with a purpose and each with its own beautiful, yet mysterious story waiting to be