My name is Blair, like the Witch.
I am Indigenous- Tsalagi and Choctaw two spirit, Latin, Queer, SWer from Chicago.
My inspiration comes often- as we should.
In trance states or on the edge of something, I’m not sure.
But I feel like an archaeologist pulling spirits (mine?) through planes, drawn to the darkness only to find the light.
It’s an exorcize, a ritual in inner demons and other worlds.
Here lies the bodies of work, inspired by the my deaths and transformations into light; An alchemy dream from transcendental states of mind; an homage to our shadow selves from coal to gold.
How do you interpret the sensory overload?