Author granate
Above are journal entries, where each entry is my own tears. The tears distort and warp the page as the they dry. This is a small sample of my tears, as I do not always have this notebook handy with… Continue Reading →
My soundscape is centered around a conversation between my mother and my sister, on their genetic muscular dystrophy, which we know will cause their premature deaths. The conversation took place in a hotel room in Seattle, where I met them… Continue Reading →