IT was on a Tuesday in the late morning when I read the words “this is proof” snug up next to a photograph from 1922, as I stood in my favorite antique store. Here is where I felt the power of the written word deeper than ever before. Love notes, holding hands with an image. Her black and white tones whispering to me, through these few letters scribbled on the frame.

I pondered this, and soon began to recall experiencing the feeling, of ‘proof’, when holding physical pieces of my own past. Footage from the family camcorder, voicemails left by loved ones, post-it notes stuck inside my medicine cabinet from my lover. Proof of joy, sometimes proof of trauma. Proof of life, of feeling, of love, of healing. Memories I am reminded of, that constantly flow in and out of my consciousness uninvited. The good and the bad. All my younger years that were filmed on VHS tapes and and all the ones in between that feel blurry and hard to understand.

Here lies a space for us to share proof. From all different lifetimes, perspectives, & interpretations. All the women whose lives are continuously changing and unfolding. And beyond that, to all the people who have experienced a love for ‘her’, and exploring their own interpretation of who she is. ‘Her’ could be a warm breeze rustling through curtains in a window, a song that comes on while you sit in your warm car, fallen petals on your coffee table, the tears of a new mother as she weeps birthing her first child. She is masculine, and feminine. She is all around, all encompassing, she is power. Just as ‘her’ can be personified as many different things, ‘love notes’ can also come in many different forms. This space is dedicated to all the artists who support this theory, and who chose to offer their art to us all. An offering to you, to soak in, internalize, heal, breathe, sit with, admire. May these notes carry you into a realm of love and inspiration, and invite you to recognize, celebrate, and remember her.