I’ve been working on a long-term project. A series of portraits of autists who experienced violence at the hands of the police, strangers, friends… family.
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In Tibetan Buddhism, a “bardö” is the intermediate gap we experience between death and rebirth… Said to be, for most, a foggy, confusing, dreamlike state… lost… abandoned… fear… desire… hope… The world has been obsessed with Donald J. Trump for 5 years. Nervously checking our phones dozens of times a day… What has he done […]
There’s a hole in the American Dream…
Trump in decline…
His shadow spreads… America is diminished.
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I’d like to share the #AutisticJoy!
I will be sending all followers one of my digital illustrations…
As we head into American Fall 2020…
Dark landscapes haunt my autistic mind… Love gives me hope.
I’m overwhelmed by the USA…
Art is how I deal…
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Autism in Poetry: It Burns
I’ve seen the fiercest hearts of my generation burn themselves alive, lips wrapped around a pipe…
Family is complex for this autistic.
I’d like to share the #AutisticJoy!
I will be sending all followers one of my digital illustrations…
Dark, digital illustration of Georgia children returning to school in the Age of Covid-19, after a photo by Hannah Watters, 15-year-old student, Twitter, 8/2020.
I’m overwhelmed by the USA…
Art is how I deal…
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Autism in Poetry: My Friend Billy
Friendship is complex for this autistic…
Billy & I had nothing in common. Except our hearts.
My autistic heart cannot seperate my life from our world’s fate…
And the rising tides of hate.
No apology. No justification. No lecture. No discussion. No education. No enlightenment…
Here’s the experience of autistic sensory overload.
“Well, we all have meltdowns, don’t we sweetie…?”
Ummmmm… Actually…?
No.
For some, living autistic is about the exhausting quest for…
Perfection.
For some families, autistics aren’t the children parents ordered…
Works for me.
Actors are PAID to get across what they’re feeling. While real-life humans seem to work desperately to keep it hidden… From me.
Why would teachers, parents, friends waste time saying one thing to me trying to communicate something entirely different…?
Later, why would bosses, priests, lovers mock, rage, abuse for doing exactly what they say…?
