i'm not the one creating this art on the bathroom stall wall, but i am an appreciator of the way it changes -- not every day, but over time, the image emerges and evolves. erasure = mark-making
the past couple years I’ve been trying to make sense of beauty. I’ve been trying to seek it, see it, hold it, offer it to other people. I’ve been trying to hold tight to the import and value of it on its own terms.