When this song first came out many people took it to be about one specific topic. Trigger warning: this post will talk about loss, miscarriage, and other types of grief. As someone who has spent about two years making specific work about grief, this song felt very important lyrically. Sometimes
I’ve been running words in my head endlessly for the last two – three days attempting to figure out the best way to word my stream of consciousness. I guess there are three big bullet points I want to organize in this blog for an easy take away – some
I’ve stated a few times that balancing health, caring about fitness, going to therapy and recovering from an eating disorder is weird… and I’m going to stick to that statement. I’m not sure you do ever get over the struggle of trying to define and refine your boundaries as what
My art revolves around 3 main categories: body ideals, human equality, and sexual assault leading to healing. I say the last one the way I do because I very much dislike art that is just … sad. I feel as a viewer I want to be given something that is
I’ve started writing and restarted how to begin this in my head several times. In graduate school I really focused on writing and creating work about the un-achievable body types represented in media. I referenced [and continue to stare at] artists like Vanessa Beecroft, Lee Price, Maureen O’ Conner, Cassils,
Paige Young 