Category: Creation Logs
Yesterday I was so happy and relaxed. Lying in the bath, music playing, talking to myself the way I do when no one’s watching. And then it hit — the way memories do when your body finally feels safe enough to let them surface. The moment he told me it was over. Not the clean…
My mom is pivotal to BLACKBUTTERFLY. She’s the reason I have such a deep connection to butterflies at all. The grief and the messages she sends me confirm that again and again. This piece felt like a launch point. A rebirth. My intention was simple, or at least I thought it was. I wanted to…
Art is the only place my nervous system softens, so I’m treating my creativity like evidence. We’re taught our history begins at the point of colonization, not at the point of origin. That my ancestors began life in shackles and chains, but we were more. Our way of living was labelled animalistic, our holistic practices…