I wanted to create a visual language in my art practice that reflected the way these musical cut-ups and abrasions sounded to me—transmuted, rejoined.
Read MoreI’m inclined to think life or thoughts or ideas aren’t a blur of movement so much as a collage of image and voice: layered, constant, revved, and singing.
Read MoreIf we are all the dead conversing with the dead, I like to think the language we use to bridge the space between us is called music.
Read MoreThe oval and circular shapes speak of an ancient world, a world where everything is whispered to life by its surrounding details.
Read MoreThe human face and figure are inescapable transits of power, and seeing certain poses transforming the page grounds me in myself like nothing else.
Read MoreMusic is sacred and it is profane. I can’t help being intrigued by something that holds both so easily.
Read MoreWe all have our Sad Girl songs—the ones that hit right at the center of our biggest shames, our runny mascara nights, our whispers from the alleyway.
Read MoreWhen combined, the arts create redemption, gratitude, connections we’d never have bridged on our own.
Read MoreI have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.
Read MoreMost sounds are music to me.
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