Melis Menent

There was a friend at the other end of the line. I didn’t know what she was saying. But she told me the whole story. She told the story of a place which didn’t happen. She told it in all its detail. All the minor conversations, the places which surrounded her and others while she was there. Appeared.

They appeared in sound. The sounds take forms in my mind, representing persons. Spaces which I have never seen but I liken them to those which I did. I heard and I listened. At different moments in time I have wandered off. Wandering off meant seeing more. While I observed, my attention has limited me to those I could see. With the eye and not with the mind.

How do we hear, see and understand? I wish that my learning has had multiple dimensions in it. Dimensions which made emotion present, and obligation less prevalent. Movement, colour and sound all took a flight in a way of living. This is a blog for finding them again. And bringing them back. The notes I couldn’t hear in music will appear in food. And I’ll show all of it. In word and in image.

Welcome to my new personal website.