to feel nothing, and to feel everything at once. to experience art, and never feel like an artist. nothing is ever good enough, and there is always now.
i only wanna slip into the release.
to feel a collapse into purpose.
there's something about the clouds moving so fast overhead, there's something about wishing you were here. to love without boundaries, the days go so slow.
my heart is the pump that keeps my head clear. in this city that we call home, i am the painter and you write for a living, documenting the experiences we've already materialized. Creating a physical archive for the stories of my heart.
xx
photos by drake alexander