Tragic beauty an outward manifestation of the pain I felt, a connection born of loss. I’d never seen someone whose pain was so beautiful, unbound by my weaknesses. I was in awe, speechless in the presence of open wounds not hidden or used as a self induced prison . . . But harnessed as a driving factor to live, love, crawl, run, stumble and disappear into life.
Creative healing : to sing, to burn out, to go out in flames. Use the experiences as transformational road points which people were intoxicatingly drawn too. The ability to verbalize base emotions which otherwise weren’t able to be expressed fittingly to heal the secrets others kept. Pain could be used to avoid being alone, I had learned and seen to much. Only after pure destruction are we free to rebuild. Reinvention of the inept to the raw embodiment of universal base emotions of strength, pain, absence, fear and happiness into a neat little package, sold with VAT to every unknowing consumer.
Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.