First draft.
TOUCH…slippery and rounded movement and feeling of tropical fish in my hands.
TASTE…coffee in the morning. “Ok, but first coffee.” It’s common in NY… Black or with milk.
SIGHT…snow which perceived at first in my backyard.
SOUND…when asphalt gets wet by rain. The mood requires music and wine.
This is a bridge project, and the postcards are related to the book “I Remember” by Joe Brainard. I wrote something I remember in my life for this project.
