xxv, she/her 🪽 am i a person who dreamt of being a butterfly? or am i a butterfly, dreaming that it's a person?
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when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack
The Source of Life (2024) by Clayshaper — bases on “The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice” (circa 1842) by Ippolito Caffi
I had an extended conversation with a swallowtail butterfly the other day and it told me—in not so many words—that it had a number of intensely violent sexual fantasies as a caterpillar, and that it no longer could relate to having had them, and that this discontinuity was like the itch of molting without anything to molt. Having never molted before, I couldn't relate
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Jane Irish "Museo di Casa Martelli" 2013 gouache on Tyvek 24x21" (courtesy of Locks Gallery)
always remember the Final Girl Code:
- do it alone
- do it scared
- do it with a knife in your hand if you have to
There's a place just down the street where they chop off angel's wings and fry them in oil. You should try some. Oh, the angels? Yeah they're regular people now. Simultaneously their freedom of flight is ripped away from them violently and yet at the same time they are granted freedom from the yoke of divine subservience so it's bitter sweet for them or some gay shit like that. Anyways the wings are really good.
HART & KEY • my postcard for the PIN6 group exhibition at Nucleus Portland. The motifs of burial/unearthing have been on mind recently and I think they gradually crept into this piece as it progressed.