what's in a name?
You know that strange feeling you get when nostalgia hits you? Sometimes it takes you hours to put a finger on the what, or when; other times the recognition of the original memory or experience is immediate. Isn't that feeling strange? Fascinating? Poignant?
Some of my strongest memories are color related. It's the detail I take with me as a souvenir from every place I visit, or any object I hold. It affects my mood and overall experience. It's often the pairing of color that becomes the match striking the matchbox, and suddenly all these waves of nostalgia come crashing in from every direction.
I'm a process person. I find the way people do things fascinating - and it's taken years for me to figure out what my own process looks like. Where does inspiration come from? What am I trying to tell you with what I'm doing? I want to share this impossible thing, this feeling I get that I can't touch. Maybe my process is simply the time commitment it takes for something to become nostalgic at all, and color is the best way I know how to share that.
What, then, does the name Zeezee have to do with anything? That, my friends, is my family's childhood meme, my sister's first and dearest stuffed animal. She wears the patina of love and use; she was repaired and never replaced because how could you? Zeezee stands for my most vivid representation of nostalgia, and continues to exist as this tangible thing as she sits atop a blue comforter in a childhood bedroom still intact.
This name came to have a second layer many years later - in the form of my cat, who's adoring nicknames eventually took on "Zeezee" as one of the many. Lamb or cat, the symbolism points towards home.