April 18, 2024
I’m going to take pictures of the stain on your floor, of toes and ponytails, small hands on your face, and the blurred frenzy of movement. The shadows in the hallway and the sunshine on the carpet; they’re poetry of a present turned tomorrow’s nostalgia. And I want you to remember that everything happened in these in-between moments.
Sasha = Half-feral, visual memoirist and earth mystic with a talent for offending people unintentionally. I have a BA in English with emphasis on psychology and mythology and I will likely spend the rest of my life studying the intimate weaving between those three fields and marinating in my own personal folklore.
I believe art is a sacred practice of presence that emerges organically through the audacity to believe that your lived experience is worthy of witness.
oh my Sasha these are so honest and touching in a way that moves me.