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When I was five or six I began to
have moments where my whole body would start buzzing and I would feel a part of my
existence seep out of me. I was connecting with something that I did not know
about. What is this part of me? What insight lies behind this feeling? I was
intrigued by this mysterious energy and wanted to deepen my understanding of
what it might be. I think we all have sides of ourselves that we experience but
cannot put into words, so it goes unspoken. I contemplate a lot about the past, present, and future.
Memories linger, as I am swept up by life and mystified by the imminent. Art is
my time capsule, in which I look back and see the metamorphosis of my work and
myself.
It's hard to reconcile with the fact that you have to get through some bad shit before it gets good.
Listening to:
Angel Olsen is my superstar
