journal entries from covid times in los angeles.
the los angeles dead
in visual art, diary
journal entries from covid times in los angeles.
visual art
journal entries from covid times in los angeles.
a valentine for us.
14.02.2021
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
-emily dickinson, #314
hope, after emily dickinson (2019)
wanting (2019)
concrete poems.
explorations in
wanting—
iphone collage, june 2019
what does it mean to be a shape?
to have a form?
to live in the physical world?
is one shape enough?
Recently I decided to do a scrap collage in my journal every day for 30 days. These are the results.
also on my instagram.
digital iphone collages, may 2019