There’s this confusion that new artists have a tendency to exhibit. I want to clear it up. Whatever you feel, put it into your art. Nothing is off the table. It doesn’t matter what it is- there is no exception to this. There is nothing too indecent or wrong to work with. It’s common forContinue reading “Essay./ Note to the Artist”
Utter madness. That’s how I would describe “On the Road”. In high school, we read a few passages from “On the Road” but I didn’t connect with it. Kerouac’s way of describing environments seemed unnecessarily complicated. I was young, too, and didn’t understand the writing. It didn’t help that the reading was obligatory, which immediatelyContinue reading “Impressions./ “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac”
The trees are blowing around out my window as we wait for Hurricane Sally to pass by Biloxi. It’s a dark day outside. The rain has come and gone in five minute drizzles. As I’ve sat in my hotel room watching movies, I can’t help but want to nudge the hurricane past us. It lingersContinue reading “Impressions./ “1985” (Movie)”
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