When I first began an old project called AKW, I happened upon a recorded cassette tape of myself at around ten years old. I have no idea what I was talking about but it was haunting as I completely described who I became, how I felt about myself and another only a few years after the recording. It was like I predicted it. I have no memory of myself recording it either. Seven years ago, I made these little videos on my phone. Mostly for self-reflection. I called them poem videos. They were like journal entries. I played with lights and apps. I’d lock myself in the bathroom and this was my form of venting. I didn’t post them anywhere but an online journal. I like watching them now because they make me proud to have had such a strange, raw and honest form of creation for no one else but myself.
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