this such light is upon thee {a more honest approach to us}

Not a celebration of me or the human face- something more, something that has depth- a celebration of a thing like poetry and baby’s breath on your face and the light the clouds make. Also a critique on beauty and social media culture and selfies and how we make art. At the end of the day I am sticking flowers on my face and accidentally eating them. At the end of the day I’m in my backyard sitting on rocks and staining my socks with dirt. Who are you? And Who are we? Why do we do the things we do and make the things we make?

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