What is an idea but a start of something greater? What is an idea without implementation? What is art but the implementation itself, regardless of how it occurs? What if we valued the idea inasmuch as we do the implementation of it?
Me:
in mind
Existence is epheremal, and timeless. Confined to the body, and its impacts to the world outside. View work.
the facade
Our very humanity is layered, from our existence to our conscience. View work.
acting
There are many ways to interpret my essence. My words, my thoughts, and who I am are all too much for many to fully understand. I just exist to live my life. View work.
in color
Color brings vibrancy to lives, otherwise, devoid of it. View work.
a colored identity
No oe understands me. But what is there to understand? What can I symbolize when no one fully knows me? View work.
on the outside
Material form has never been the extent of existence. View work.
