katbirds exhibit

 girl that got away- Lizzy grant

becoming smoke:

art of fur coats and the hot summer air blowing through my window fan, the dripping of back paint eyeshadow, and the stolen yellow bikini top from my mother's vintage collection.

today I became a fan of things I always hated. red lipstick, eyebags, and small tops. 

yesterday I collected a series of haunted items, pin-striped rainbow shorts, and fur caps. with gold french heels and hoop earrings that take a considerable time to put in. becoming more women is a cross between bloody feet and broken split tights and the gift of manipulation. 

being a person in the 21st century is a lot like being an exhibit, presenting are selves in a way to be seen but also hoping for interpretation. For a lot of people, when they see the classic starry night, they see a painting that can be interpreted in a thousand different ways, yet they almost always find some beauty to it. what they don't see is the process, from boy to man, from mania to heartbreak. nobody looks at the starry night and sees the crafting of a man losing his mind. they see a city, or a moving sky, or a tree. they don't see the person and the emotions they used to craft it amongst their most vulnerable state. We are all just interpretations, glass-painted images that hold whatever we want the world to see. We are in control of perception and have the ability to design whatever matrix we want to be in. for most people this is the curse of their very existence. yet I believe it is a blessing for those who capture it and use it for their

benefit.