A creature called Linda
Linda was a leather pant named after her previous owner who left her at Goodwill. I found her, and transformed Linda into my ‘’bag’’. Linda doesn't look like a typical ‘’bag’’, she follows the shape of my body as if in a way we became one.
Maintaining Linda her old features, as I imagine her coming from a nightclub.
I notice a shift in attitude when I wear her. It is almost as if I am possessed by her, suddenly I can not resist the urge to dance. A boost in confidence and suddenly I feel like being bad... Does Linda make me objectify myself?
Perhaps.
As if Linda and I become one, creating a chimera.
Linda can change her position on the body, sliding from the shoulders across, towards the boobs, until the hips. She can look elegant and flattering or big and bulky. Linda is also able to grow in size, adapting herself to what's inside
She can move along my body’s movement, but she can also restrict mine...
As a gesture of our symbiotic relationship, Linda is also able to control me, by tying my arms together, restricting our movement. By the looks of it, you could say that it is a bag holding me retained by a leash, instead of my holding onto the bag.
Linda however is just like humans, is not defined by her shape or looks, but gains personality from what she contains inside.
By being just a bag, an empty vessel, creating a true human-like entity.
Since we humans are also merely bags of mostly water, what makes us human is our indescribable connection with our surroundings.
Making the bag a creature of its own.
Being possessed by the bag is also a metaphor for humans’ addiction to the current consumeristic society we live in. The unfulfilled need to fill our bags with precious items makes us enslaved creatures. Where this leather fabric was once filled with moving organs they are now filled with what we deem as personalizing possessions.
Much like Smeagol and the ring, can we not notice the thing we love destroying us and slowly turning us into a creature, merging together?
Always lingering for it.
Lingering for Linda.
