i enjoy working with what i can find in my bedroom. i’ve been told that my bedroom is exactly what life in your 20’s should look like. acetaminophen for my near constant headaches propped up with a stuffed dinosaur. baby’s breath in an empty guava Jarritos bottle from some date i can’t remember. bike with broken pedals used as a drying rack after i Febreze gym shorts to save on laundry quarters. empty Wellbutrin bottles filled with seaglass. Monchhichi doll, my childhood nickname, out on the windowsill.
i often recycle rearrange my adolescence back into an adolescence that i did not have. the kisses, for example, were already kisses. this kiss was once between me and Aidan. he was dared to find me behind the shed. everyone laughed when we got back to class. i did not know why everyone was laughing. but you can see here that the kiss is between me and Nadia. we dared ourselves to go behind the shed. nobody knew why we were laughing when we got back to class.
this piece seeks to make me feel safer in my own life. show me that i can bear witness to very wonderful things despite having seen , and that the world is mostly kind despite
and also
and most of all
. it also shows me that someone who is
[labels & categories that sometimes make me happy
and other times make me angry or sad]
creates art that i…and, i hope, you…find easy to love.