The ghost wears a hat while she walks through the garden. She wants to remain incognito during this investigation. She has come to better understand the life she has left.
The ghost moves her limbs slowly, aware of the traces they leave as she travels.
She lets the lines of the leaves build stories. Her blurred eyes follow their lead.
They move with the urgency of inevitability. They know they are a part of one another.
Our ghost is a part from them
and a part of them.
I’m applying to a cool grad school program that encourages the genre dabbling I do. I cleaned up the above animated graphic poem from Feb/March 2014 for my portfolio.
I drew it all together into a single 20 x 30 inch drawing:
A version of the poem is published in Repel Industries’ Flash Zine No.1.
If you’re in the LA area, cruise to the closing reception of my solo show in Little Tokyo:
You Can Find Me…