Marigolds. They are nostalgic for me as I recall sweet memories of Florida. They are great comrades in gardening and beautiful to look at.
I spend so much time thinking about it and I decided to model my internet life and my website as a massive memorial. I want you to be able to remember what kind of person I was when you read these posts. I am meek. I am nervous. I am trying.
We have a generation of babies right now that will likely emerge as adults in a world with internet. Babies with videos and images of themselves being assaulted by cheese, learning how to speak and walk. Babies growing up, throwing tantrums and asking questions all documented sometimes in its entirety on the internet.
Am I an artist anymore? This is where my mind is at. It’s March 2nd, 2019. I’ve been pushing myself to prioritize making art, for my own mental health. To come to terms with the rapid evolution of my life into a married mother. Trying to find out where Camille sits after all of these … Continue reading Art Vs Artist
That’s what the past 6 months have felt like. My identity will replaced to the slavery of child rearing. My life will soon no longer revolve around me, only my own whims and desires. Soon, a brand new child will come into the world. As a self-proclaimed wild-card, this is a bit much to accept. … Continue reading Stripping away my identity, one day at a time
My son. It’s a nice finishing touch of a thought I’ve had since I found out. What else is there to discover? I have just about 4 months to go before I meet my son. What a nervous feeling this is. I wonder if you’ll identify with that, assigned gender, and I wonder if you’ll … Continue reading A son, shining in the hot summer sky
Frank Van Zant doesn’t sound like the name of a famous Native American. That’s because he wasn’t really a Native American. In reality, he was just a hippie. Living in the western US and taking road trips across the country like many Americans of his generation did. Zant was a WW2 veteran from Oklahoma and … Continue reading Thunder Mountain Suicide
I suppose when you get to a certain age, you start realizing you’ve been putting efforts into the wrong things. For whatever reason, this week I read through all of my previous posts. The digital footprints I’ve littered across the internet. I’m too conscious to ever litter in the real world. This kind of litter, … Continue reading I suppose.. ( about my digital footprint)
You can go to their social media accounts and see a human and his respective data frozen in time. Whatever situation or mood they were in when that last post was made is how they will be remembered forever in the digital world.
I was asked a lot while I was stopping at interstate gas stations in the middle of nowhere. “You’re really alone? Thats awfully brave of you.” the clerk would say, knowing that I am obviously not from around there. Watching the landscape change and hearing the accents evolve simultaneously. It was fascinating, and as I … Continue reading I drove from Central Florida to Central Oregon myself.