ErikX

Lately I’ve been thinking about patronage, provenance, and how often art platforms mistake attention for care. Feels like there’s room for a very different approach.

Olga.

Spring has arrived early. Hard to believe that just two weeks ago the streets were covered in ice and snow. Today, almost 18c. 🌞

I bow my head and taste the lies that I'm fed, all to claim my reward.

Stampede.

Anguish is the only way to describe this pain. Deep, heartbreaking anguish. The kind of pain that has no healing except to go through it and come out the other side from it, forever changed. I've heard of this pain before but had no real experience until now.

Life in the city is complicated by chaos. Layers available on @foundation

"Walking around with no legs" Dementia Donny has spoken.

Bright days make everything obvious. Moody days make everything honest.

Middle of the road.

Days that feel like drifting — untethered and alone.

Pale knots of string.

Serpentine.

Hands moving on instinct.

Summer memories as sweet as honey.