Represents 10 repressed years of struggle with grief; emotional processing of the loss of my father in 2004 and my divorce in 2014.
My lemon bag is a symbol of the insecurity I feel when I am without. A bag. To put things in. To keep things safe in.
My lemon bag is a safety blanket even though I can’t fit my harmonica or a notebook inside.
My lemon bag is a comfort object.
My lemon bag sparks joy.
I am a bag addict.