An exercise in extreme reduction.
I want to sing Brass in Pocket on karaoke in a baby-pink wig. I want the freedom of an unknown city; a small girl anonymous amid the crowds under the neon billboards. I want to steal Bill Murray’s jacket and return it to him with tears in my eyes in a hotel foyer, and all of this in the intimate soft focus of an Aaton camera. I want to figure stuff out and I want everything to be OK.
I came across Michael Brown’s autopsy report a few years ago and was flattened by its bleak summary of a man’s life. This piece attempts to reverse those feelings. #blacklivesmatter