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My name is Suzanne Lea. I am a Southerner by choice, having lived most of my adult life below the Mason-Dixon line. My work has been influenced by the darker parts of Southern tradition--strict religious views, conservative politics, and a history of discrimination. My work has also been influenced by the beautifully unique parts of the South--bare feet stained red with river mud, the sweetest of sweet teas, and the slow, rhythmic heartbeat of life found only along the shiny buckle of the Bible Belt. I am a news junkie, a pop culture addict, and an artist. My goal as an artist is to create distinctive and compelling things from re-purposed material. I can think of no better place to start than with language, disentangled and rearranged, creating by choice, or by happenstance, something meaningful along the way.

Monday, November 4, 2024

Into the Blinding Light of the Unknown

While making coffee this morning, my mind drifts to memories of firsts. I love hazelnut creamer in a very dark brew. I vividly remember the first time I drank a cup of coffee this way. I lived in the birthplace of Washington Irving, and worked in a biodynamic farming community. My first girlfriend fixed me the best cup of coffee I'd ever tasted. I thought it tasted like love. As it turns out, it would become one of the few warm memories I have of that little house. She was another first. My first "girlfriend." I met her at a small potluck dinner. She took my breath away. Her buzzcut juxtaposed with her doe eyes with long lashes and her pink, heart shaped lips. The combination of gender play was intoxicating. I'm a bit conflicted, admitting that I knew before the night was over that I was going to leave my husband and run away with her. She hadn't asked but I knew. Once in New York state, our relationship became brittle and unforgiving. Still, standing in our pj's in our little kitchen for the first time, learning each other's favorite tastes, is a very sweet memory. I'll be forever grateful for the opportunity to leap off the edge of the known, into the blinding light of the unknown.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

Welcome to the World, Baby Blog!

Welcome to the World, Baby Blog! Although I've been on Blogger since 2011, this month felt like the right time for a fresh start. I cleared most of my posts, so here goes. Ready or not, a baby monkey says...

Friday, November 1, 2024

Renegade Hand

I once read an article about a rare disorder called "Alien Hand Syndrome". It's usually associated with a brain trauma, like an infection or a stroke. Usually, but not always. It happens like this -- One hand becomes alien to the body, working independently from the rest. You might not even know it is happening until you catch a bit of movement from the corner of your eye, only to discover that your own left hand is flapping away, wild and untamed. Here's the part that is most frightening: some people with this disorder report that the hand doesn't just operate independently, it undoes what the first hand has done. It may be discovered sneaking up behind the first hand, unbuttoning buttons or unzipping zippers. It may catch a door just before it latches. It may jerk the wheel into oncoming traffic. This hand, this alien hand, becomes a renegade. I think about this condition from time to time, the renegade hand. I wonder if this unlikely condition could be to blame for some of my misadventures. Maybe it's the hand that reached up and unraveled an otherwise quiet life. Maybe it's the hand that pushed his button or poked her bruise. Maybe it's the hand that tipped the glass of red wine onto the cream-colored rug or dropped that burning cigarette. Maybe this renegade hand is to blame for the wild and untamed condition of my life. Maybe this renegade hand is to blame for the wild and untamed condition of my hair. Hmm. I suppose that does seem rather unlikely.