How much can an object you use daily become a part of your body, character, view?
How much personal value can something inanimate have in your life?
Is it love or is it some sort of a need you have for this certain object.
Those are mine questions lately, my questions to a hat that I have been wearing for nearly eleven years now.
I am exploring our relationship, connection and possible separation while using different mediums and methods.
One of my goals is to explore theatre props such as hats giving characters to their wearers or spoken dialogue to an inanimate object in a form of performance or play.
my hat to me:
why do you leave me in the closet
when your hair starts to look okay
i think that you should take me
what if you ruin them again, today
maybe i am just an accessory
for when you need me
but when you dont
there is no excuse, no ''HAT I AM SORRY''
you always just do what you want
you should know,
that you know me more than I would like,
but I allowed you to do the hike
to do the hike on my head
and I would not let anyone to do so instead
me to my hat:
thank you for keeping my secrets safe
until the wind blows really hard
and I am trying to cycle against it
but i do not blame you for flying away
it is, honestly, my favorite part.
