The People

There was a certain simple order to The People. They had a system and a routine, and all of their expectations were so neatly contained within the walls of The House, The School, and The City that I never once wondered what happened behind the scenes or why The Lady never let her hair down. Seeing them all together again — The Lady, The Dog, The Grandma, the Boy with the Pot on His Head — evoked an odd combination of nostalgia and utter despair.

Photo + Musings ©2019, Jen Payne. People collection from Mound Museum, Mind of the Mound exhibit by Trenton Doyle Hancock, MASS MoCA, July 2019.

Just Sit for a While

She’ll sit in this sweet green chair for a while, safe in the knowing that she’s constructed good, strong boundaries. That doors sometimes shut for a reason, and windows stay closed on purpose. There’s plenty of space for more chairs, of course, a sturdy table on which to set the glass of wine, and room to dance, dance, dance, so don’t be too sad. It’s not an empty room, more like a blank slate ready for whatever comes next.

Photo + Musings ©2019, Jen Payne. Photo from MASS MoCA, North Adams, MA.

A Short Riff on Doors

What if, in another life, I was Harold…and I’ve come back now with an affinity for chalk and not purple crayons? Should I knock three times as the door’s come-hither-and-knock tease suggests? Will there be Opportunity on the other side? Or am I, by that very act, Opportunity itself? Then again, I might be Tony, and Dawn’s just on the other side, waiting to belt one out for old time’s sake. One never knows when it comes to doors like this, now does one?

Photo + Musing ©2019, Jen Payne. Photo from MASS MoCA, North Adams, MA.