MOOGiE was my childhood name,
also known as Moog-Monster depending on the level of sass. This was the name that belonged to me at home; where I was free to be an oddball.
My identity as “Moogie” reminds me of my roots & the idea of home being a feeling, not a place. It reminds me of the freedom I had to be a strange kid & being loved for bringing strangeness into my home. Best of all, it reminds me that I haven’t outgrown that quirky & sensitive little kid. I haven't outgrown the tutu wearing kid who hung out with imaginary friends. I haven’t outgrown the feeling of seeing something for the first time; Recording something with my eyes followed by the simple joy of mark making. Knowing I can access that feeling of my roots gives me hope that there’s a little "Moogie", a little oddball, inside all of us. |
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