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On vision boards, yellow stars, and the Holocaust
Reflection of the now and trans-generational memories
I have a vision board. Around thirty images stick to the wall next to my bed. The images are attached to the wall with round stickers in various colors. I decide that the Damien Hirstiness has to come to an end. I no longer want the colorful dots. I decide to reorganize my vision board. I remove the stickers. I take down all the images, affirmations, and postcards. The wall is almost bare. I look at all the photos, clip-outs, and quotes. I throw away a photo that shows green woods, but also a metal fence right in the middle. I get rid of a picture of a kale salad, with pieces of chicken on top. I decide to let go of images of birds drawn by people I do not know.
I feel like a sculpturer. I remove one layer at the time, to finally get to an essence. I throw away all the dotty stickers. I cut of pieces of paintings and pictures. I rewrite my favorite values and mantras. I take a big framed pin board to give my new vision board some importance. I start rearranging. The quote by author Carry Brachvogel on the importance of having a personality as a woman, goes in the left bottom corner of the board.
I put my drawing of a Kagu, a walking bird from the Marianna’s islands, in the right bottom corner. In between I pin an image of…
