Sulfur Blonde
Sometimes I sit and wonder and ask myself questions in the
likes of ; “what does it feel to be burned alive?” or the latter of the
grotesque that might seem like a taboo if it was represented in a realistic
conversation with random people. I also hate it when I’ve known a really good
song for like ages and then suddenly it becomes a radio hit and the whole world
is like “oh my god I love this new song”. I feel empathy for Echosmith or
Charli XCX or Lana Del Rey-but damn it was cool to listen to them back in the
days.
As I think I’m pretty stupid when it comes to the scientific
matters, I just felt like Sulfur is the perfect name of the portfolio.
Borrowing tones and contrasts unusual to happen in the human body/ Imaginations
on how a nuclear invasion might affect the aesthetic matters. Sometimes I just
put things onto my artistic perspective and leaving it like that. You know,
like, just let your artistic views take perspective by transforming or
distorting reality onto a level of absurdity one may just shake off as being
weird.
