The first artistic expressions surfaced through rituals: body paint, dance, and music. Today, with artists engaging with new mediums, whether Bill Viola, Andres Serrano, or Andrew Thomas Huang, a truth surfaces: a return to the ritual is only natural.
close to graduation. the time of our lives. saw every sunrise. together as one.
I reached out even though I told you I’d never extend my arm. And you escaped my grasp even though you told me you’d always hold on.
Stay I told myself as I turned around. Don’t leave I said as I walked away. Don’t die I yelled as I stepped off. The wind swept up what I cried next. See. My mind is running but my tongue wins the race.
STRESS + FREE
Aren’t you glad it’s over? That you can pack your bags and leave town? Aren’t you glad you’re off? Off on a journey of monsters and flowers? Off on Your Way?
What is it about smoke, light, and mirrors?
(a music video)
You told me to wake up. But how can I do it? How can I wake up to find myself alone, broken in this room?
How can I clear my mind, how can I delete all this bullshit flowing inside my head? See, I find myself typing nonsense by the minute. Trying to connect my thoughts and speak of a mind that doesn’t seem to listen.
These halls. // Foot falls. // Ink splatter. // Textbook cases. // For mind mazes. // Don’t go. // Don’t run. // Don’t climb. // You cannot make it.
How to save a life
Saw a mirror.
Went for it.
How I played the song in my head.
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