This weeks art drop is what dreams and memories are made of
The sound of water, the strong breeze, the sounds of the air pushing against the leaves and paper hanging in the doorway
I grew up hanging out in the woods
Getting high
Smoking cigarettes behind buildings
Finding a new hideout was exhilerating
I am familiar with the pigeons hanging around
The drive down to the water in Connolly which feels like Kingston was a blast
The abandoned & for sale property is now the backdrop for an art installation I get to participate in
Of Hull and Hush curated by two artists who go by Site Seen Arts
I continue to be mesmerized by the things people say, the way people look at each other
Some are welcoming and some are sizing you up and some are full of shit
I feel so free from it all
Totally in awe of the way a group of artists can come together and warm up a space together
My electric palette feels like me sharing a strong message with the world
Kicking the leaves
Crunching in the rocks
Hard to believe I am still alive and get to share stories and space with new people on a regular basis
No more hiding
It’s title comes from a movie I find comfort in
The kid who makes it big when he wasn’t suppose to
Embarrassed by his family
The manipulation of others
The support of others
Not knowing how to handle success
Anticipating failure
Flashbacks of the trails we’d walk down every day after school or days we didn’t make to school
I didn’t want to feel a thing, I certainly didn’t want to go home
Today my home is safe
Spaces like the one down by the water remind me of both worlds
The uncertainly in the elements and the faith that we all belong
The drive to keep going
I still have something to prove… to myself
