Can you talk about your interest in figures? Well, as most of my illustrations are about an experience I have had, I usually draw human forms to visualize an protagonist of the story I am trying to tell. My inspirations are sometimes friends, strangers or even figures from movies. I think in middle eastern countries […]
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The pink floor lamp was flickering behind my ear, the dirt was making terrains for summer ants on the plastic strips that we got from Ikea to cover the life-size window behind your couch, also from Ikea. There were stains of old, dried acrylics visible on various parts of your beat up couch from the […]
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Fair faced, you stand welcoming, the sun running its tongue roughly up and down the sides of your neck, leaving marks you swear would kill you in a different life. No longer sunburned, chasing the feeling like sheets against sandpaper in between your skin. Look at the road, she says, it’s painted with the same […]
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lavender from a paris souvenir shop resting on an empty windowsill facing east yet the large remainder of the room has the faint scent of a damp towel on the door’s back. piles of worn clothes gathering wrinkles on the teal, maroon, indigo striped comforter. reminders to use the chestnut drawers beneath the bed and […]
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when i can’t sleep i think about the night crust in your eyes in the morning when you wake up with your back to me and i don’t take that as an answer. i am a force i will roll you over i will make you love me in the shy breath of morning when […]
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after Richard Siken If you wanted to tell me something, I’m begging for it right now. I’ve been waiting in the bathroom but the mirror isn’t giving me anything new. You’ve told me this house is a body and this body is a home but I don’t know if I can believe anything you say. […]
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earthbound, i look upwards & see birds on flight, fleeing the scene of the crime. in another life i had wings, too. big & beautiful & blood-soaked, i could be God’s best messenger. i am working on a theory on love. in order to be lovable, you must first be unforgettable. this is why God […]
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i tell him that this mouth bites, he thinks i’m being kinky. i’m not. these marc jacobs purple lips are not for him, or for the man telling me i look damn good, they are not for the bartender i want to fuck and they are not for the ex lover i mistook for a […]
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swallowing mini beads from my fingerprint barefoot in sand and piss the true beach life her chest collapsed bus drivers held her feet to heaven downtown the Presbyterian lord caught fire in architecture angels’ wings lifted by the smoke […]
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VAGABOND CITY 