:: There are all these pieces – I’m not sure where they go ::
I’ve been thinking a lot about process. but haven’t actually been paying attention to the processes in my life. After posting a digitally-altered image on .@Instagram, I usually –snap– realize I forgot (again) to include the original image. [Unless it’s an grammatical or spelling error I notice, I decide to LET whatever else I post […]
(untitled) I like it when you play with my hair play with my mind. play with my heart. make me feel beautiful while my skin is still soft. eyes are still bright. hips are still round. I like it when you kiss me right there. kiss me all over. play with my hair Make me […]
Perhaps it was a dream. . ? . The stolen misses, the dozens and trillions of frequently billions . – of silly-nosed kisses. . And what about it? What about all of the tummy tingles? . The razor-sharp, marshmallowy, discomforting image . of our heads . – sharing warm fluffy pillows. . . (Written March […]
I find that I have to make a piece of art before I’m able to sit still and fully focus on work-that-pays-the-bills kind of work. Otherwise, I’d be doing this and making music all day. I made this with #enlightphotofox and #trigraphy while listening to my current favorite band @thejapanesehouse.