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Round-Up on Proof; Next-Up Sensation. ISO Artwork & Graphics Contributors!
Writing on Proof.
Nine of us wrote about Proof through the lens of truth and came up with wildly different variations of its use.
The word derives from the Latin probare, to prove, which later in Spanish and Italian became “to try, to taste, to test.”
All of the stories by this week’s Contributors explore the range of meaning of Proof, from tabs of LSD to I love you dares to cancer cells & heart tattoos.
Round Up on Proof & New Prompt - Sensation - below!
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8 Contributors weighed in on PROOF:
I wrote about an anemic looking heart tattoo’s journey from emptiness to fulfillment as proof of commitment to long lasting love.
(in order of appearance)
Carole D’s calendar challenged her commitments, proof that family is more deserving than wonderful social engagements when falling on the same weekend.
Karen E painted a scene where the proof of cancer cell multiplicity was visible under the microscope, the red “berries” only flaw being their overproduction.
Amelia found the ritual of entering and exiting the artist’s studio proof of authenticity in her creative actions and lifetime commitment.
Shirlé recalled the delicious proof of a mother’s love in the form of personalized pies for each child with the reliability of a weekly service.
Zig shared the ultimate trip, kaleidoscopic and mind expanding, as proof of handling the requirements of an awesome festival and the respect of her peers.
Intact Animal revisited the Dodgy early 2000’s era of credit card accumulation & easy marks - no proof necessary - and the ideal job for a young baseball fan.
Tabitha wondered if an admission of love from her father was actually a dare fulfilled as a prank call, until an unearthed email proved her wonderment.
Melissa S wrote about personal artifacts as proof of past experiences and relationships, their value increasing even after an editorial purge and relocation.
READ & HEART this week’s writers & SHARE your own story in the comments.
ALSO: Contributor Zig went back to LUCK to write about the fate of children born during wartime and Contributor Shirlé shared a story about close-calls and subconscious death wishes in LUCK.
Both stories are worth clicking back!
(Click on the unique theme hyperlinks above to connect to their stories).
Next Up: SENSATION
On Monday, I’ll write about SENSATION through the lens of truth and see what I come up with as a prompt. Sensation -al, -ism, -ist, -alism, -alist, and so on. Sensation from sensory. Is it stimulation in the brain that causes sensation or the sense of touch, smell, sound that stimulate the brain?
Yikes, don’t ask Descartes.
Consider where SENSATION takes you and share on Monday!
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Michelle
In the early scary months pandemic my close friend 2 states away and I texted each other photographs of ordinary things and our family and pets, doing ordinary things, but through the iPhone's Comic Book filter. We both felt the pictures were a tribute to the beauty of the ordinary that was around us even in this scary time. One of purple spring onions from a nearby farm, in soapy water, from the early days when we though Covid might be transmitted by touch, one of my husband outside by the grill, our dog sleeping and the set table for three, my father joining as he did every night in those days. We both thought the pictures were beautiful, and made the ordinary, that we felt so lucky to be surrounded by, both more beautiful than we had seen things before, and also different, not quite usual. Not sure how to post these but would be happy to contribute one or more.