Evidence of Shared Life [William Massey]

William Massey

It’s cold and rainy outside in Atlanta right now. Five minutes ago I ordered my dog some glucosamine on amazon, flushed my toilet, and began remembering the time I crossed an ocean in a tube with wings in order to find the same life in a new reality.

I remember Kenya, June 2016. I remember how I felt at home there. I remember how sometimes I felt more at home in Africa than Atlanta.

I was at-ease. My travels adhered to no agenda. I just wanted an honest look, an honest conversation. To eliminate the distance in my mind between what I knew and what I’d only heard of. In the process I witnessed the beauty of creation, humans choosing joy in struggle, and endless gratitude in the abundance of enough. 

Below is my meek attempt to bridge the gap between things/ideas that were once separate in my mind. Identifying evidence of shared life, both simple and sacred.

I could try to say more. But I won’t. 

My face in Africa, by Connor Dwyer

Home Africa = Wood, metal, nails, lock

Boys Africa Art, dirt floor

Dogs Africa

BusCanvas Africa = Jesus with lamb & light-saber

An African hut, made of some stuff laying around

Thomas Africa

William Water Africa

Sisters and Mama Africa

Me laying in Africa

 My face in Atlanta, by Brandon Barr

 Broom Atlanta = Stick, duct tape, paintbrush, clamp

Boy Atlanta Art, concrete floor

Dog Atlanta

CarCanvas Atlanta = Matt Janke & Michael Jones

An Atlantan hut, made of some stuff laying around

Rico Atlanta

William Water Atlanta

Sisters and Mama Atlanta

Me laying in America

In closing, my prompt to you: ruthlessly seek connection, everywhere.

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