Things come with age,and in this day-in-age everything feels like a phase.Or even a stage.A stage in stagnation or complete motivation.Or a stage in essence of performance and crowd pleasing.I'm sitting in levels of nostalgia as I look back at pictures that I've painted.Portraits I've created,Of self and other.Singular and plural. As another year passes, … Continue reading Love Letter to The Public
Pulling on my human heart strings in hopes to facilitate healing through art in grief. This is a piece to say my peace.
I almost rolled my ankle last night.I guess it doesn’t matter because I’m okay now, but I almost rolled my ankle last night. It was symbolic. I was alone.But the symbolism chimed in when I realized I was laying on the ground whimpering with no help in sight.I’ve always loved the night even though she’s … Continue reading 002 – to/4 Women, You, Us.
Continuous shifts to the tides around me. Waves surround me, yes, but I am not drowning. Astounding to me to believe that even in trials of defeat I rise to the occasion like a Phoenix from the ashes. Waves continue crashing against me, but instead I hear the crackling of my feathers. Brittle yet new. … Continue reading 001
It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to reflect on the current changes in my life. And somehow I think laid up in bed at 4:41 in the morning is the right time to do so. Laying in bed accepting my fate that long nights are now apart of my forevers. In the … Continue reading Them Changes: UAPC + LA.B
This isn’t the space that I’d want be writing in* but I think somehow that stands metaphorically with my 20s. Our 20s. Maybe I live in my own absurd matrix of the times but damn it’s this such a vulnerable time to be alive: in your 20s. Everything feels fickle, and it kind of is. … Continue reading 1 month in2 twenty5
Something tells me that I knew her long ago. I noticed I really lost her in you. Not through you, but through your love. I lost her in the midst of sharing her with unrequited lovers. Now who dare craves me? A woman with barely enough love to stand on her own two feet, & … Continue reading Part 4
I've seen unrequited love in the mirror a few times. I ignored her. Told her to stop coming around here and clouding my eyes because 'I am whole.' Until I met you.... Until my creator placed me in front of a love so pure that I had no choice but to confront my own impurities, … Continue reading Part 3
Do you feel whole? Do you feel whole after every drip & taste of your love has been sucked dry? Do you feel whole when you witness the smile you created on another's face, only to turn back and look into your own tired eyes or your own empty smile? Do you feel whole when … Continue reading Part 2
Is it possible to know love if all you've ever (really) done is given it up? And I don't mean this in our typical smash-&-go, 21st century sexual enuedo, I mean given it up in the sense of allowing someone to dive into the sea of your emotions, your tenderness, your love. Only then......is when … Continue reading Part 1