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From our Campground we took a cab to the Buffalo Trace Distillery and had a nice guide named Freddie. He was 3rd Generation working at the Distillery. It was just us and Freddie on the Historical Tour. One of the best tours we have been on. A must if you are in the area!
Artist: Ruth Burton
Title: Trace Place Interface
Materials:
MA Exhibition 2008 - MA Textile Culture
Norwich University College of the Arts
Norwich, Norfolk, England, UK
Wednesday 3 September to Tuesday 9 September 2008
Their eyes often meet with an air of bittersweetness—tender gazes so full of love and fear—regret that lingers in their eyes in the form of suppressed tears. Their regret is fleeting, yet reoccurring. Both too afraid to confess, their tongues stay bitten—lips reluctantly sealed. Their silence is penitent; yet their eyes disclose how they long to be sincere with one another—truly sincere. Every word they breathe is honest, but halfway veiled in secrecy; their declarations of love are true, but not whole.
Traces of truth stain their eyes and lips—it lives in the way they look at one another—in the words they speak and those they don’t. The desperation in their eyes they try to hide is ever present, and manifests in timid pleas, not spoken with words, but with every glance, every gesture, and every touch; the truth begs to be released, but their fear keeps them chained in their lies. One, too afraid to let go of one good thing for another—the other, afraid to be the reason the one he loves most feels guilty, and in a way, afraid of himself—of his own selfishness. Still, they cannot help but show it—the truth. It is innate, the way they love. It cannot be masked by their words; the whole truth was always there, in their body language. The way their fingers intertwine, fitting together perfectly, just as they do in each other’s arms. The way they fuel each other’s smiles and warm each other’s hearts.
What they share is beautiful; it is a connection of two destined souls.
If only they could tell the truth.