f.lux
slick oil drips from the vent
split the gas 3 times
hit the cement
feel the wind blow
light from the window
the back bone split and it’s bent
the need to repent
ain’t broke but feel it breaking
ain’t spoke with god in a minute
every movie that's making
counting chips, taking
can’t keep, ain’t weak
time for anybody else it’s the fingers that’s shaking
asking damn
near
everyone how it is
but they don’t holler back
the mud’s in the throat
it’s a free for all
how’s y’all aching
Concept
This installation piece explores how immigrating to the States has turned me into an observer. The lands around my home in Bulgaria are being destroyed while my people are suffering in the face of the war in Ukraine.
I attempt to process the chaos of our contemporary media landscape by interrogating the absurdity and contradictions of my world.