31 May 2020



while in pursuit of meaning


Oregon— 4 September 2017

I have walked along the railroad tracks and laid across the highways’ double yellow lines and see the broken roads that chased me. I look at them and the broken sky and the clear and tainted clouds that hang and hover to keep me half alive; this is not me and never was; but the scars leave their marks to claim. They costume me their monster


3 September 2017

2 comments:

Fionn said...

great post! your photography is really great! I have to say that your blog really is an incredible multi-media experience. I will forward you some more information about the project I am working on. I would love to hear your input and collaborate with you. You write dialogue better than anyone else I know!
-Fionn

Electra de Roet said...

you like how I do dialogue—are you thinking of your SnowWhite as an idea to podcast? this reminds me of an A.N. Roquelaure novel, if you know who that is. And a bit steampunk, which could be interesting. Do you have voice actors yet in mind? I will look at what you send me~and thanks again for your feedback (which artists always desperately appreciate) All the best