fade, fading, faded...para las mexicanas

i thought a lot about the concept for this week, and i wanted to do something very different...especially in comparison to last week. i was so guarded in my piece last week, and i wanted to do something that revealed everything, in some sense anyway. 

i feel like i basically wrote a journal entry (hopefully in more interesting and poetic language than in an ordinary one) on the piece of wood, before writing the lyrics to some hymns that came to mind over it. and then i smeared lotion over it, smearing the already difficult-to-see words. Throughout the night, the lotion absorbed into the wood. In this picture, the lotion has already faded, but you can still see some remnants of the lotion.

who knows if what i was going for translated well to the viewer...our class never got to my piece, so i dont really know what sort of feelings were evoked when they looked at it. but i think im satisfied knowing that it was viewed. the process of making this piece was like compacting a lot of the things ive been going through lately into one small block of wood, guarded and restrained, yet free flowing in a way. and i wonder if this is how some of the singers felt too, taking feelings and emotions from their own personal lives into their performances, yet never truly divulging it all. it just wouldnt be wise.

letra de perdida de los panchos, on the back