The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
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.
Sounds From The Sea
In nature: Our own revealed
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.
Painting Petals
We wander away and wind up, with hope, submerged in a mirror spirit.
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…
Spray Paint
via Spray Paint
Bonfire
The chapter on burning and touching
II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
