I stenciled these words onto the image before it even appeared.
Maybe I wanted it to become true by naming it first.
Life turns into memory, turns into sound.
These sounds carry visions of nostalgia. I listen to life and create music out of it.
I needed a visual extension of the songs I write, so I’ve started to create a series of Polaroids; the immediacy, the physicality of analog images speak to me. The images alone were not enough to express feeling, so I’ve developed a technique using metal to stencil words onto the developing Polaroid.
To create something that words alone couldn’t carry, to create something that an image alone couldn’t portray. The chemicals shift, blur, break – like a fading memory that has been accessed far too many times.
These are my Polaroids, Originals, one of one.
These Polaroids are inspired by my song ‘Salt’. The lyrics are stenciled extensions of sound. I remember finishing the lyrics at 3am and needing someone, immediately, to take these Polaroids with me. I found somebody.
PLAY SALT
Another set inspired by songs.
‘Same Place Same Time’ – More Gold
This is where I wanna meet you, every day, every day, every day.
‘Body On Body’ – Bodies
This is how I wanna meet you, body on body on body.
‘This A Love Only We Get’ – Together
This is how I want to show love, the way only you and I know.
I can still feel the touch of his lips, the beginning of a new way of life.
PLAY MEMO 01
I’m fucking for pleasure, fucking myself up, fucking for pleasure, keep fucking for pleasure. Fucking myself up.
More Gold
PLAY MORE GOLD
I am begging you for love, for love that lasts, for love that fades, for anything.
These visions of Polaroids, of Art and my music been in my mind for a while now. Remember my first EP, Lightspeed? I do, as if it was yesterday. References to a time where everything seemed easier, I thought I was gold, I thought we were one.
Lyrics that still come up through the depths again and again, like a mystery unsolved, like a life not lived. They stay with me.
I remember seeing blue at the club, waking up in a strangers bed and needing to make art. This is what I made.
PLAY MEMO 02
Making art is open heartbreak surgery.
I taste your violence under glossed lip
That’s an iron kiss for two
Noses on our blood line for two
This shit in our blood line for good
— Together
YOU AND I
ONE BODY
With every breath of your air that I breathe I become more you, less me. This is love.
PLAY MEMO 03
I know I will feel your presence long after your gone, I can still smell you, you smell of heaven, I can still feel you, you feel like gold, I can still see you, you look like god.