masked, 2nd in series.
masked, 1st in series.
- 20 x 20 in
Who am I if I can’t find my center? Who am I when the pixels fade away? It makes my heart feel true, but when I’m bare, I’m blue. As the moment strikes and reality decides to remind me of my place, she dresses in black ruffles. She loves to be nonsensical at this hour. Twinkling toes and lights. A dance in the dark. To burn in the night and learn a bit about fright. Down west avenue. Just keep driving down west avenue. Just like lovers do, we keep driving.
Circa. 2023
Mixed Media
masked, 5th in series.
- 20 x 20 in
Girls that never die. Gods of want. Born of expectations and desires they did not choose. But they will desire it and they will love it. They will become the things that people want and it will feel so fucking liberating. What a good girl! Why, I’ve never seen a single bad thing happen to or as a result of her. Just the way it was intended. The validation that money can’t buy, but premeditated perfection might entertain.
Circa. 2023
Mixed Media
masked, 2nd in series.
- 20 x 20 in
She desired so completely, to be purely good. Like she thought she should. Just as she was told. Yet, every time the fury strikes, it feels so right. The peak of fight. Her passion, bright. Bathing in the sweet delight of feeling something, usually neutralized. A light show materialized in tandem. Companionship soured by involuntary power dynamics. The fleeting of innocence begs the title of tragic. A twist in the fates transforms reason to magic.
Circa. 2023
Mixed Media
Self Portrait