Pallavi Sen
It has not always been this way, but I draw now because I
desperately want something to happen, some impossible thing.
I feel so moved when I go to a place that people come to with
faith, having little reason to believe that what I want can be
summoned by me. Can I be sure that I will meet the lover I long
for? How will I grow a full forest, having no land? How do I build
a tall greenhouse that attracts more life than what I put in—a
pollinator garden? I’m not sure it’s working, to want so intensely.
These scenes are manners of being, looking, that sometimes I
am too shy to actually perform. Something to replace the present
day. I believe and then don’t believe in magic: I look at the sky
and make a wish, hoping to see a shooting star so that I get a
confirmation receipt. Then, if I see another one, what I want will
truly happen.
That’s what it is.
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