an imaginary landscape, created by cut and torn layers of gorgeous vintage paper.
“The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.”
― Anaïs Nin
“you don’t fit into my imagination anymore, it’s an idealized botanical painting, romantic and narrow like a dollhouse, cramped but exquisite, exotic leaves twisting seductively in the morning light, tiny porcelain cups filled with black tea and cream, flocked wallpaper covered in tropical flowers and songbirds in the bathroom, guitars and amps in the attic...”
— Heather Havrilesky
african, black woman, cassette, cassette tape, collage
a vintage map of the heavens overlays a view of urban lights from some of earth's most populated cities, viewed from space. a star-shaped sacred geometric shape sits in the centre, with polaris - the north star - at it's core.
“I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.”⠀
― Virginia Woolf