This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.
Sylvia Evers makes her ceramic sculptures, poetic, hushed performances, by using the human body, symbolic acts and animal forms. Use Her animals sometimes have human traits and people sometimes something animal thing. One by Evers often depicted animal is the deer, armed with horns or antlers just made a pile of clothes for the next day, or as victims themselves thoroughly reflective of the hunt. Evers can thus display a deer, as if you’ve discovered the net itself in the deserted woods. They do the same with a human figure. Again, you get the feeling of being unobserved and vulnerable in existence. It usually white colored ceramic enhances the look of innocence and beauty of the images. Recurring themes in his work Evers vulnerability and introspection. Besides these introspective silence, she reflects on the interaction between doubt and belief. "Beauty lies before me in the human inability, close to the emotions and desires, inherent existence. Therein lies the existential struggle in which no one escapes. “
Right beside you I stay,
right beside you I’ll be,
right beside you always.
There’s poison in my body,
Pumping through my veins…
Can you feel it? Can you fix me?
Can you soothe the pain?
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