Reykjavík to Höf Part 1: An Accidental Family Gathering at The Blue Lagoon and Our First Glimpse of Swinging Lights
A journey too extra for just one part.
Diary of a Self-Consious Dream
A monologue by the personified dream
A Word For Bad Weather
Silent things are not for conquering
Spray Paint
Colouring in
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
A Letter To Loneliness
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.
In The End: Rough Hands/Tempered Hearts
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Fingertips
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
Willow’s Waredrobe
Moral questioning: on the battle of guilt and forgiveness of the self.
Lights Out
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
Greatless
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever
Hairdye Decay
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?
Interflora
We seek the sight of others; a vision of their corporeal being, manifested within their music/their letters/their circles. Flora and I make shapes out of all of our insides and arrive, sometimes, at something synonymous – but never symmetrical. This is the first time that we have aligned our work, and we hope that you love it too! Thank you for reading and listening; for watching the spirals sing with us.
Sunburn
A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Finding Land
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
Nation
Reflections on communism, inspired by the water colour of a Korean artist/friend/soldier that I crossed paths with in the wise city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
The Gates of Eden, Part One
Originally posted on Creative Mine:
4/15/2022 I’m really only writing this because Anna said I’d go crazy out here if I didn’t. I don’t know, might just lose it anyway. It’s good to be writing again, though. Never thought I’d say that. Then again, I didn’t expect any of this to happen. Though, for all…
The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
Spray Paint
via Spray Paint
