Your Paper Friend

You Still Have Me by Karissa Cole 2013

Normally I’m not aware of whatever thought processes, if any, exist while I’m creating something. I just sort of get lost in whatever I’m doing and by the time I’m finished I’m like “Huh. How did that happen?” But for this quickie project, “Your Paper Friend,” I know almost exactly what I was thinking and why.

I’m really not used to this level of clarity. It’s almost unnerving. But the backstory on this piece goes like this: Put bluntly, I’m not a people person. I haven’t many close relationships. So when I come across someone I can think of as a friend, they become very important in my eyes. All I want is for them to be happy, and I’d do anything for them. Usually these people don’t realize how much I care for them. But I typically chalk that up to my own inability to make any kind of sense where emotions are involved. Anway, recently someone I’m not very close to, but care about very much, made a bummed out kind of comment about feeling alone. I wanted to say something to make it all better, but I’m not so good with words. So I started thinking about friendships and caring, and maybe coming up with some way I could show that I cared.

Soon enough I came across paper doll chains. It seems to me they’re often associated with friendship. I thought this was probably due to the linking of hands and what that often symbolizes. So then I thought, what happens when some in the chain break away, stop holding hands? That’s when I imagined some of the paper dolls tearing themselves away from the one, hurting him, and leaving him. But the torn one still isn’t alone. Maybe he doesn’t have the friends he had before, maybe they left him and let him down, but there’s still one left. Sometimes I feel like that one paper doll at the very end of the chain. And those people I think of as my friends, I just want them to know, that even if all the others tear you apart, I’ll still be holding your hand at the end. It might not be much, but it’s still something.

So. You know. That’s what I was thinking when I took this picture.

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    • Chris
    • April 7th, 2013

    You are a wonderful friend to have on so many levels….Im glad you are who you are…wouldnt want to know you any other way…

    • You don’t have to say such nice things about me, my friend. Although, it really is great to hear. I’d give you a hug if you were here.

    • Chris
    • April 7th, 2013

    and getting your scrunched up face smile is a wonderful thing…

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