Gpoy’s because i want attention. 🗣️ HELLO, i’m once again reaching out to ask for your support in my fundraising for top surgery. Few things are more humbling than asking for help — so please assist me in my journey of humility because after surgery i’m going to be REALLY feeling myself 😮💨
BIO is where the link is.
gofundme.com/f/help-h-get-his-top-chop
Feeling grateful. I didn’t realize when I started painting it was to escape reality and create alternate ones. It didn’t feel creative. It felt like oxygen going to a deprived part of my brain. The process is rebirth every time. Being born into new realm of thought, perspective, history, understanding. While painting gave me a way to rediscover, sculpting has given me a new relationship to physicality. Rediscovering form, rethinking what it is, as well as the role social scrutiny plays in its distortion. Through art i’ve given myself freedom. By creating, I allow myself to push back against everything in the world trying to take it. Offering a glimpse into what’s possible when we attempt to live without fear. 💓
Stained glass, shattered. Small shards pierced my sides and I screamed so silently. Stained memories of the sweet moments. Clouded by anger, desperation, grief. Hot tears, gasping for air. Trembling and contorted. A cigarette in the alley on a hot august day while sweat coated my skin. Wet skin sensitive to the slightest of breezes. I felt it all, then I felt nothing.
But, I felt again.
Some memories can stay sweet.
