Blind (7:15)
2021, archival pigment print, artist frame, 60" × 75"
2021, archival pigment print, artist frame, 60" × 75"
A bank building. A courthouse. The fifth childhood house. A first capital. A white rose met with a gun.
HINGE GUN SPLIFF
Wish I could say it was nothing
And we'll sort it out when you're home
But I'm almost sure this is something
That I have to feel on my own
Wish I could say it was nothing
And we'll sort it out when you're home
But I'm almost sure this is something
That I have to feel on my own
No, Origin
We’ll do this and that, oh, travel the map
And maybe just for a while
I thought you were my re-do
You thought you could change my name
I could tell by the look on your face
Whenever I would say—
But that’s when I stopped
To listen or care
About anything other than a plan of attack
We’ll do this and that, oh, travel the map
And maybe just for a while
I thought you were my re-do
You thought you could change my name
I could tell by the look on your face
Whenever I would say—
But that’s when I stopped
To listen or care
About anything other than a plan of attack
pressing hearts into ash
You are dripping from the ceiling
And making a big mess
Oh how could I forget
That good things come in colors and lovers
And darkness among us
You are dripping from the ceiling
And making a big mess
Oh how could I forget
That good things come in colors and lovers
And darkness among us
