"Genesis" has been incredibly top of mind for me lately, so thank you for writing this missive last November! Happy to have serendipitously found it along a trail of breadcrumbs that began with photos from the Chicago Graphic Design Club's lakefront social. Our own source — call it a creator, a maker, an origin, the Big Bang, a Cosmic Egg in the Abyss — is a constant fascination, and where we come from in the grandest sense I believe is the same place we return to. Reminds me of a giant piece of art in my dining room, which reads: Where the beginning and the end become one therein ... We shall find freedom eternal for there we will be
Nov 15, 2022·edited Nov 16, 2022Liked by Christian Solorzano
Beautifully written, Christian. Just today I asked my mother how come I have light hair and light eyes when hers and my dad’s were black. She jokingly said that it’s probably because my dad always liked “angrez” women - a term we use for white people in South Asia. She also told me that I had blonde hair and blue eyes when I was a baby and that everyone called me an “angrez” and would talk to me in whatever basic English they knew like hello, how are you, what is your name? She said even though she’d hope for a daughter who looked like her and had long black beautiful hair like her, I was beautiful in a different way, like a "foreign" way. That made me feel so good because the obsession with whiteness or fair skin is a real problem in South Asia. And even though I was apparently born white, I have brown skin now and I love my tan but I never thought my mother found me beautiful since I’m not as fair as her. The whole origins thing made me think of that so thought I’d share. I have just started my own newsletter, Attachment Issues here so check it out if you’d like. :)
I was the youngest of three boys and five years separated me from my next older brother, and 8 years from my oldest brother. At age around ten, I remember copying a diagram of the human nervous system onto another paper and spent much time on it. I was proud of my work. Soon after, this paper disappeared. I knew that the person who took it was my next older brother, because he felt that I was in competition with him. We were always at odds with each other. The fact that he took something that I did and destroyed it was important to me. It meant that I was not insignificant or invisible to him, but that we were in competition. I was important to him in a certain way, and this was significant to me.
I continue to be curious, explore and document my "discoveries" to this day.
"Genesis" has been incredibly top of mind for me lately, so thank you for writing this missive last November! Happy to have serendipitously found it along a trail of breadcrumbs that began with photos from the Chicago Graphic Design Club's lakefront social. Our own source — call it a creator, a maker, an origin, the Big Bang, a Cosmic Egg in the Abyss — is a constant fascination, and where we come from in the grandest sense I believe is the same place we return to. Reminds me of a giant piece of art in my dining room, which reads: Where the beginning and the end become one therein ... We shall find freedom eternal for there we will be
Beautifully written, Christian. Just today I asked my mother how come I have light hair and light eyes when hers and my dad’s were black. She jokingly said that it’s probably because my dad always liked “angrez” women - a term we use for white people in South Asia. She also told me that I had blonde hair and blue eyes when I was a baby and that everyone called me an “angrez” and would talk to me in whatever basic English they knew like hello, how are you, what is your name? She said even though she’d hope for a daughter who looked like her and had long black beautiful hair like her, I was beautiful in a different way, like a "foreign" way. That made me feel so good because the obsession with whiteness or fair skin is a real problem in South Asia. And even though I was apparently born white, I have brown skin now and I love my tan but I never thought my mother found me beautiful since I’m not as fair as her. The whole origins thing made me think of that so thought I’d share. I have just started my own newsletter, Attachment Issues here so check it out if you’d like. :)
I was the youngest of three boys and five years separated me from my next older brother, and 8 years from my oldest brother. At age around ten, I remember copying a diagram of the human nervous system onto another paper and spent much time on it. I was proud of my work. Soon after, this paper disappeared. I knew that the person who took it was my next older brother, because he felt that I was in competition with him. We were always at odds with each other. The fact that he took something that I did and destroyed it was important to me. It meant that I was not insignificant or invisible to him, but that we were in competition. I was important to him in a certain way, and this was significant to me.
I continue to be curious, explore and document my "discoveries" to this day.