I made a video poem. I feel so dirty just typing out the words ‘video poem,’ it’s like vomiting on myself and calling it art. Is that art? Would you watch a video of that?
This is not that. This is a video poem. I don’t take take off my clothes, or ask you to appreciate my vagina, but it’s a video poem, nonetheless.
I have a habit of taking movies of water. I love water, and I like to watch short videos of bodies of water I’ve visited. The video is 2.39.