Tag Archives: Art

Baby Blue.

“Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences.”  “I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states.”  “Once I was able to move…

“You’re too sexy to frown.”

I hate when men assume the authority to police a woman’s body on the street. And I mean this beyond sexist macroagressive behaviour like yelling, “Hey sexy!” Or “How much?” out their car window. Funny enough, what particularly bothers me is the need to tell me to smile while I’m walking down the street. “Smile,…

I’m Not Sorry I said, “I love you.”

I’m still trying to understand and recall the moment I started “throwing”around the phrase “I love you.” For the most part, I can’t seem to attach it to anything else but a period of time when I was in high school, when a series of teen-suicides hit my community. It wasn’t long after these deaths…