I went back to upstate NY to visit my family in December 2014. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I rummaged around my room looking at things still there from high school and earlier. A bunch of gymnastics trophies were hidden away in my closet. I think I moved them out of sight once I quit gymnastics and became more interested in Harry Potter, drawing, Final Fantasy, computer programming. But gymnastics never really left my life. I still have sensation-dreams of flipping and stretching...and the anxiety and freedom that comes with it. I saw the repeated figurine on top of each trophy in that closet and suddenly wondered if I could recreate that pose in the body I am in now. Like a collision of eras. It'd be kind of funny, especially if I forgot to shave my bikini area, as is the subject of some of my recurring gymnastics dreams.
I like to display both the painting and trophy I pulled from that closet together. They are essentially mirror-images of one another.