My art practice is evolving. In the beginning I begged myself for a way to express the all-consuming hurt, confusion, and loneliness I felt. I was disconnected from myself, community, people I considered friends, and even my own body, identity, and personality. I couldn't even tell you honestly what foods I liked. I was a mirror to those around me begging for acceptance, existence. Like an empty…
Something I struggle with lately art-wise is how to finish a piece. When is it done vs overworked? What parts can I (or should I) leave unresolved? How do I clean up the messy edges? When I step away and come back with fresh eyes, I wonder whether I need to fix the little mistakes I notice. At this point the answer is always no - but not because I don't mind the way it looks. It's because I don't…
Recurring thoughts I can't stop thinking about the movie Green Snake (1993) (directed by Hark Tsui). It's a visually stunning magical fantasy based on a Chinese legend, where everyone's horny and can also fly during fight scenes. Awesome lighting and music. I keep thinking about the two snake sisters and their different takes on love, humanity, and conformity. Which sister am I and which do I want…