Making art in addition to all the other things it has been, has always been a love letter to the things, places, people I love and am touched/changed by. The process of making it - every brush stroke, keyframe takes time, energy and love to create and pour into and love is time. I can say firmly that on my worst days, between chronic pain fatigue and feeling hopeless, it’s art from my favourite people - poets, writers, singers, dancers, painters, illustrators - that manages to hold me, and make me feel seen in ways that nothing and no one else can. And I want to spend time making art inspired by art and lifting the things that change me. I’m particularly so thankful for all the queer and sapphic art that has made space for me to scream, bawl and feel loved over the last few years - and the artists that continue to make them, despite it all.
This one is a lil love letter to Chappell Roan, whose Good Luck, Babe! is my new anthem: screaming about comp het, yearning, tragedy, lesbian love - it’s everything.
