Jen Craun


I Believe in Pink.

The realization came with my most recent purchase.

It’s a brightly pink plastic, overly decorative and floral little charmer. Shiny, nicely-shaped, and absolutely alluring. The beauty beyond it’s use beckoned me. The NEON pink floral, the nubby side seam assembly––obviously shipped flat-packed––and simply assembled. The bright honesty undid me. A poolside basket for my hours ahead this Summer of watching the Craunlets enjoy swimming lessons? Or maybe it’s simply just another lovely object to join the growing crowd on my studio desk.

I remember and find the yardage of cord I bought a few weeks ago.

And as I clear out piles and stacks of in-progress prints, I treasure upon two terrific see-through folders. Piped in this same delicious and decadently bright pink.

Then I notice nearby, also among the objects strewn about my large work surface, the tiny doll-sized cast that I couldn’t bear to toss. Couldn’t close that door entirely. That long, long, and still-going medical journey that we are on with our daughter. This sweetest and most beautiful kiss from a stranger who became a dear nurse-friend in our accumulated years of casting.

The collection brightens the backdrop of my workspace. And I find with no other reason outside of their beauty, they are all needed, and part of a larger narrative. Now, to mine out what all those connections might be. To write that story.

And to think fondly of Audrey Hepburn as I get started:

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”

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