Agnes Richter was a German seamstress held as a patient in an insane asylum during the 1890s. During her time there, she densely embroidered her straightjacket with words, undecipherable phrases and drawings which documented her thoughts and feelings throughout her time there. This remarkable object was collected by Hans Prinzhorn, a psychiatrist who ardently collected the artwork of his patients at a Heidelberg psychiatric hospital in the early 20th century.
Deracinated means uprooted, removed, exiled. Lost, longing, nostalgic, traumatized, seeking, unsettled, restless. I’ve added on a bit there, but I’ve been thinking about the word a lot this year. Or, more specifically, about the deracinated women I encounter everywhere, as if doppelgangers, to…
And I feel barbarous and utterly solitary, solitary from here to Jericho, solitary from here to the cool stars. There comes off the grim gray east hills a soft whelming taste of Sunset, bloody and full of human marrows. And I feel a need of great Pain or great Sin to make and break me, Soul and bones.