Marushka

Pink Eggs, Black Lace

I woke up at 3 a.m. from a restless dream of trying to remember where I’d stored my childhood Easter decorations.

Curator’s Note: Pencil on paper, c. early 2020s PC (Pre-Crash), Austin, Texas. These fragments were likely part of a notebook or workbook.

Why use perfection when vulnerability is a better approach?

You patiently wait…

The world is full of small things to be noticed.

Chirps and squeaks and red-yellow hum…

Secrets? When you have a masked alter ego, why not?

What do you hear in your silence?

Contrary to common opinion, the world doesn’t end with a whimper. It doesn’t even end with a bang…so what does it end with?

Your words shape minds; your own most of all.