Her desire to create wildfire and constant artistic MANipulation has catered and CATAPULTED her mind to the P.O.I.N.T
Of comfortABLY CLAUSTROPHOBIC REQUIEM.. this, that…Them-THEIR SENSE of humourless dreams, IF ONLY for a momentary both MONETARY moment
Of saturated and sensuously accentuated bLiS$.
The questions abound as one room studio CONfines AND conFOUNDs itself- both preciously and PREcautioUsLy at once: this just MUST FEEL SO v-e-r-y inesCAPABLY Real
Surely it’s been a wrought iron, pre-MINDED EVENT wherein— being a dishevelled, lovely and levelled-to-the-core of her being Artist appEARS TO HEAR and INTRICATELY seize
— all of these memory-fixed, lust-instilled things, she’s a singer only with a canvas for her mouthpiece.
