Show Me The Way To Go Home
Sarah Madison Brown
Sarah Madison Brown is an interdisciplinary artist from South Carolina, currently living and working in Lexington, Kentucky. She received her MFA in Painting from Boston University in 2014 and has shown in exhibitions internationally throughout the United States, Italy, Belgium, and China. In 2016, she co-founded and began gallery directing at The Parachute Factory, a nonprofit visual art and community events space in Lexington. Her studio practice currently revolves around creating triggering images and environments, using the natural world as a generative element to define her connection with humanity and societal systems. With a background in visual journalism and painting, her preferred mediums are photographic printmaking methods, video, and concrete.
I held onto it blindly, like accepting wasn’t an option
Breaking down like styrofoam in the sea
Casually, just like it was yesterday
Hopefully it’s not like yesterday
So quickly and so slowly like it’s not going even at all
All the green seems to be privatized
Risk of losing seems to take us all, dated and stale
Past connections make it worthwhile
No longer seen upon entrance with the depth of the mezzanine,
More intimate with softer light and closeness
It helps us all age well
Somehow your haunting grief over optimism makes more sense now, and I hope that every time
I see you, you make more sense and feel closer, like an old friend
I forgot what it feels like
Use and continuity doesn’t really fix that
Is it worth it to see the familiar again?
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Everywhere I roam
Over land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
It’s October and I feel like I’m drowning
I hope you feel it too
Take your shoes off and stab your feet
The warmth on your face from fire is different than warmth on your face from the sun, one is more consuming
I hope you find peace
Loaded and lost, these are the things I’ve collected
Movement up loose shale, alone, on top of the world
The truest form of heartbreak
In sync with the ebbs and flows the tides of feeling well up inside
The stars aren’t about us
We choose the places of luxury and human scale, as a kind of sanity
Moments mixed up, returning when you think they’re gone
Forgetting that nothing lasts forever
Ruins are our guide through a landscape of time
Damage to disappearance
Breaking down like styrofoam in the sea
Casually, just like it was yesterday
Hopefully it’s not like yesterday
So quickly and so slowly like it’s not going even at all
All the green seems to be privatized
Risk of losing seems to take us all, dated and stale
Past connections make it worthwhile
No longer seen upon entrance with the depth of the mezzanine,
More intimate with softer light and closeness
It helps us all age well
Somehow your haunting grief over optimism makes more sense now, and I hope that every time
I see you, you make more sense and feel closer, like an old friend
I forgot what it feels like
Use and continuity doesn’t really fix that
Is it worth it to see the familiar again?
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Everywhere I roam
Over land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
It’s October and I feel like I’m drowning
I hope you feel it too
Take your shoes off and stab your feet
The warmth on your face from fire is different than warmth on your face from the sun, one is more consuming
I hope you find peace
Loaded and lost, these are the things I’ve collected
Movement up loose shale, alone, on top of the world
The truest form of heartbreak
In sync with the ebbs and flows the tides of feeling well up inside
The stars aren’t about us
We choose the places of luxury and human scale, as a kind of sanity
Moments mixed up, returning when you think they’re gone
Forgetting that nothing lasts forever
Ruins are our guide through a landscape of time
Damage to disappearance
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