Feels Like Sunday, paper collage, 2021
i. hypnosis is forever at noon, i hear the moon whistle my eyes are covered in dandelions i ask myself, how long have we been strangers? ii. this poem tells me i cannot laugh at what doesn’t exist so i invent a butterfly on my forehead who takes the shape of the wind iii. after all, what’s the sun if you can’t catch it in a frying pan? the last of many daisies a fetish from a torn paper plane
I’d like to take this opportunity to let you all know my Redbubble shop is open. I’ve got permanent links in the right sidebar, as well as an updated Collage page with a new portfolio. I’m still getting the hang of things, so my designs might continue to change a little. Regardless, I hope you’ll visit and enjoy.