I’m re-writing my comment about your piece because I am stupid and accidentally erased it. I love it. I remember this place, having been there once. I love the way you describe it as living in a gutter, cause, ya, that’s literally what it was like. Also, unless someone didn’t know better they would never guess this was Provo, UT and “class” was at BYU! I also love how Kevin lived in the kitchen, and I found myself really invested in your art project. I like how you described it more as process and experimental, with no particular direction. That’s how I find my writing to be. Words on a page that carry me to an often unknown destination. 🌸🌸
I’m re-writing my comment about your piece because I am stupid and accidentally erased it. I love it. I remember this place, having been there once. I love the way you describe it as living in a gutter, cause, ya, that’s literally what it was like. Also, unless someone didn’t know better they would never guess this was Provo, UT and “class” was at BYU! I also love how Kevin lived in the kitchen, and I found myself really invested in your art project. I like how you described it more as process and experimental, with no particular direction. That’s how I find my writing to be. Words on a page that carry me to an often unknown destination. 🌸🌸