Grief for a sense of home
crack under the bathroom door, a basket of dim-sum and maybe a soup-bowl haircut
night-club love-letter to a stranger
Mistake mis-take we mis-took each-other for reflections of our most fantastical selves.
The Thing We Have Between Us
Charcoal, graphite, photoshop, and the quietly lonely inscriptions of Lydia Lott’s mind are welded into a series of poetic artworks. One for those feeling secluded in their own heads.
Luanna wonders: what is music for?
A music beyond listening; an idea of music as a temporary state of being in one's mind.