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Brave>Fear/Quiet Epics/AlleyCatPrayers.

Ive found alot of resent inspiration for making art through the aesthetics of games. Or adventure like games. like loading menus or inventory Checks/Check points.

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ALLEY CAT, 2025- Environmental ambient photo series.

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ALLEY CAT PRAYERS.1

''Alley Cat Prayers'' is a project that will explore the many ways ambience holds substance for space of ''things'' with meaning and purpose.

i want to connect my lived/living experiences and influences with my current motives and perspectives through my art. The act of prayer for me means creating space for hope. But it doesn't have to necessary take on a specific religious act. But rather, daily acts that amount to the hopeful desired outcomes we may strive for that at times hold little societal value.

To me, even the acknowledgment of past accomplishments or overcame circumstances can be the creating of personal proverbs we can recollect on as internal devices to understand better on how to act and or move with stronger motives. We are creating our own tales and stories as we live life moment to moment. And seeing the values in stories and prayer when i was younger makes me want to better understand how these things can be observed and better understood as my skills continue to shift and progress.

What is a heart that doesn't know its rythm?

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WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT/Digital Ruins.

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WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT.

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We, the seeds, spat from the fruit; They eat the rind and grow with no roots.

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They eat the rind.

˚⊹ᰔ⋆˙Night Quests

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☆Quiet Epics2 ____________ We sing oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise; My hands bleed,we dig for the rind, Now you see, so vile; They hold the fruit and eat the rind, We, the seeds, spat from the fruit. . "Whosoever told it, that they told a dirty lie, babe". .

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STARHEART.

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Quiet Epics (2025)

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The Mask by Maya Angelou

"We wear the mask that grins and lies. It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes. This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties. Why should the world think otherwise In counting all our tears and sighs. Nay let them only see us while We wear the mask.

We smile but oh my God Our tears to thee from tortured souls arise And we sing Oh Baby doll, now we sing… The clay is vile beneath our feet And long the mile But let the world think otherwise. We wear the mask.

When I think about myself I almost laugh myself to death. My life has been one great big joke! A dance that’s walked a song that’s spoke. I laugh so hard HA! HA! I almos’ choke When I think about myself.

Seventy years in these folks’ world The child I works for calls me girl I say “HA! HA! HA! Yes ma’am!” For workin’s sake I’m too proud to bend and Too poor to break So…I laugh! Until my stomach ache When I think about myself. My folks can make me split my side I laugh so hard, HA! HA! I nearly died The tales they tell sound just like lying They grow the fruit but eat the rind. Hmm huh! I laugh uhuh huh huh… Until I start to cry when I think about myself And my folks and the children.

My fathers sit on benches, Their flesh count every plank, The slats leave dents of darkness Deep in their withered flank. And they gnarled like broken candles, All waxed and burned profound. They say, but sugar, it was our submission that made your world go round.

There in those pleated faces I see the auction block The chains and slavery’s coffles The whip and lash and stock.

My fathers speak in voices That shred my fact and sound They say, but sugar, it was our submission that made your world go round.

They laugh to conceal their crying, They shuffle through their dreams They stepped ’n fetched a country And wrote the blues in screams. I understand their meaning, It could an did derive From living on the edge of death They kept my race alive By wearing the mask! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Maya Angelou's adaptation of Paul Lawrence's "The Mask" Poem made in 1895.

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Quiet Epics (2025)

Night Quests, Nostalgic back roads.

I remember when i was 11, there being a big flat rock past the train fences at the back roads that had graffitied on it 'You'll sacrifice what for the truth?'. I was too young to think anything of those words. Now however, words like that hold virtuous weight. And bear logic in its grim simplicities. Hidden wisom in a broken environment.

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Digital Ruines.04, Eye Relic.

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Ive heard your name before. distant, etched in these barren grounds. your steps where heavy and foot prints soft...there will be a tree here, sometime after us. Grown from the mingled blood of believers. It'll tell a story, that there was once love amongst others from a sacred time.

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Lore Of Hearts/Hyper digital ruines.

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Ville St. Pierre, Nostalgia/Night Quests

So I have been sold a bodily trap that's the will of choice. And yet, i have been molded out of this godly visceral touch.

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i would be unstoppable if i could start a conversation