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Self-imposed, accidental exile. Again.
How do I keep doing this? Three years in a row is a thing, right? I was fine until I wasn’t. Too many late-night drum circles, too much wine, and today I crash. When I was sixteen or so my dad said something to me that I still haven’t learned, and I remind myself of…
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Loose Threads: green room
Green room…huge flowers painted on the wall. Tiny little lights, everyone’s faces glowing…sun setting on the terrace. So loud all the conversations rising and falling. Smells this morning of fresh donuts frying. Crisp morning air. Bread man organizing his cart, stacking loaves into neat rows like coins in a tray. Donkey carts pulling cement blocks….
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Ramadan
I was invited to stay for Ramadan. I’m not sure that’s exactly what happened so much as it was just clear that I would be staying because why wouldn’t I be? Last year, I left just before and the sisters were sad I was missing it and said, “Next year, inchallah.” It is the special…
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My Moroccan Family
I have a family in the desert that is not my family. But somehow, we know each other. Somehow we are the same. When I met them, I recognized them instantly, and I think they felt the same. Jacque told me when I first arrived, they said, “Oh finally, you’re here!” They had been waiting…
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The Paper Saga
My carefully laid plans…and what do they say about that? It’s the fastest way to make God laugh. Well, there was popcorn and a scramble for front row seats to watch this orchestration unravel. The idea: I’m going to keep doing my stitched notes, Studio Lupino, here in Morocco. I can type the notes and…
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New Chapter
New chapters and perhaps this isn’t really a new chapter at all. It is a different volume all together. Like the encyclopedias we used to have as kids. A different book entirely but of the same collection. Gold letters embossed on a deep blue cloth spine. I’m here. And I’m not yet. I’m still in…
This is where I stitch together the journey of remaking a life through art, travel, Morocco and finding a home
Can a place we’ve never been shape our fate? Can discovering it unravel, stitch by stitch, the life we’ve known?
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Julie Scott
Artist and Writer