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Hat Trick
I feel obligated to render a cowboy hat. Florida isn’t really much of a southern state, but anything within 100 miles of the northern border is basically Alabama or Georgia. That distinct, humid, pine-wood transition zone where Florida blurs into Alabama and Georgia has a very specific kind of weight to it. South Florida belongs to…
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Craft
I’ve been inspired by my aunt to write lyrics about my grandmother. Heavy with the discipline, heavier with love. She’d stay up all nite making sure all the girls had Easter dresses to wear. Every grandchild had a blanket made for them. The hum of the singer, the thread in the evening. At the time…
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Anatomy
I’m still thinking about musculature. The delicate frame of collarbones against the steep architecture of cheekbones. A study in contrast. The collarbones are shallow riverbeds; the cheekbones, sheer cliff faces. Light pools in one and fractures against the other. Somewhere between those landscapes, a face emerges. I began by studying her anatomy. Instead, I found…
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Alchemy of the Interval
It’s time to appreciate the masters again. As if there’s ever a time not to. Today, I am caught between the stark drama of Caravaggio’s shadows and the anatomical grace of da Vinci. My stylus trembles against the glass, searching for that elusive sfumato where bone yields to breath, where structure softens into spirit, and…
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Composition
My mind is a constant, fractured symphony: A collision of muffled adlibs against the roar of a relentless bass line. Whispers give way, demanding a mundane moment be either shattered or swallowed whole. Music fracturing into frozen frames. Yet, sometimes the dissonance resolves. In the dappled light filtering through the window, the internal noise finally…
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Echoes
Silence drowns. The deafening noise of its echo forces the heart to pulse high in the throat. Every unspoken word returns swollen from the dark, dragging seawater through the lungs. Everyone here knows what they came for The air tastes like decisions I can feel your eyes before I see them. The stairs creak in…
