Transmission # 310
In the beginning, all songs sound the same. Bursting silence that births sonic melodies and harmonies, each unique in its expression. And in the silence that precedes, the song’s entire life is spelled out. It will begin, it will play, and like all things, it will end. In an effort to capture my sense of longing for musical infinity, I turned to collage-style posters made with hand-written lyrics that capture what listening to each song is like.
A ride through the desert on a hot night while the stars rave overhead.
Uncomfortably clammy hands and a discomfort exacerbated by growing pressure in the pants.
Reminiscing over warm butter and fresh jam at a sweet Spring soiree.
Retribution by the world for the great fortune of being Alive.
Spiral staircase of bad decisions that leads right back to bed.
Dragging your feet in the race against perfection and losing only to yourself.
Standing boldly where others have boldly stood, driven by their drive.
Forced normalcy when everything is very clearly not.
Exhibiting signs of a healthy carnal obsession with the men around me.
Radical acceptance is a dance we do with ourselves.
In the end, it all comes down to wanting.
Taking the light at the end for what it is during the turmoil.
Love for the people who save us in ways we never knew they could.
Keeping the dream alive, grateful for the work that goes into cultivating a life.