orchestra of minds

An excerpt of a hand-written letter I wrote to the sweetest soul. Tapping into the patience, tangibility, and timelessness of mailing letters is a refreshing contrast to the accessibility and immediate gratification needs that text messaging implies.
you told me I was ugly then you kissed me (I wish you said you missed me) // - a dream I had the other night
Jenny Holzer, “Survival Series”
Lora Mathis & Kasey Reinbold
August 2014

It’s over.

All that remains in place of a relationship gone sour is a collection of hurt feelings and angry text messages.

Things you couldn’t have said in person. Things you probably shouldn’t have said from behind a keyboard. 

T(ex)ting is a series that explores how the termination of a relationship interrupts routine, and how technology’s capacity to convert the emotional to the tangible (in the form of archived text messages) can prolong the healing process that follows a break-up.

Graphics by Kasey Reinbold
Photos by Lora Mathis
Concept / Art Direction by Lora & Kasey

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"Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself
and listen to it." - Richard Brautigan, ”Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4
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No matter how much resistance we will receive, there is a great deal of importance in directly challenging the paradigms of others. More importantly, there is a great deal of importance in challenging our own.

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"She wept at the memory of times past, and there was a romantic sadness in her feelings, luxurious and indefinable." - Ann Radcliffe, A Sicilian Romance.
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"Better than a poem of a thousand vain verses is one thoughtful line which brings peace to the mind." - The Dhammapada
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Her terrace was the sand
And the palms and the twilight.

She made of the motions of her wrist
The grandiose gestures
Of her thought.

The rumpling of the plumes
Of this creature of the evening
Came to be sleights of sails
Over the sea.

And thus she roamed
In the roamings of her fan,
Partaking of the sea,
And of the evening,
As they flowed around
And uttered their subsiding sound.

" - Wallace Stevens, Infanta Marina
it’s a good tree
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