I’ve been struggling to write lately. Everything I put to paper seems simultaneously trivial, and too close to an exposed nerve. Several essays have been drafted and now sit in the chaos of my google docs bin. I find myself in an unfamiliar territory where I am dislocated from my art practice, the thing that often shifts my perspective when faced with s…
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