Where does a wish go when the candles billow, when the dandelion seedling picks up speed and drifts upon a jagged rock harbouring one’s dreams?
Who hears their screams?
A tall man wearing a top hat. He gleams.
With every wish and every need, he chuckles so hard he rips at the seam.
When the longings spill from his belly, he drops to his knees, snatching them up and swallowing them whole with such ease.
In the shadows, his laughing fat body quivers. The chasm widens with all that withers.
A quick oil pastel and an old poem I wrote while sitting on a jagged rock.
BTS design & style assist for @guvanchnyc SS26. Never have I felt more inspired, captivated and honoured to be a part of something so magic. Thank you for trusting me to help actualise your beautiful genius visions and hearts @guvanchnyc & @jontyknight . Little Brooklyn born kid in me working her first NYFW couldn’t wipe the smile off a rubber and feather smothered face for 24hr days on end.
There’s a quiet knowing that asks for no proof; it simply is. The morning after dad passed he appeared to me as a white horse. The only one from its herd who seemed to know I was there as the others grazed the dry riverbed he used to lead us down in search of arrowheads. A brief moment of solace found in the quiet knowing. A hug from him.
