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𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂𝕆𝕌𝕋 🤝 ℍ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕊ℍ𝔸𝕂𝔼 - FRIDAY // 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀 LP - FRIDAY

Surprise single "Freakout Handshake" drops Friday with a video by @_cec__lo - click the link in bio to pre-save the full LP now 🔒

#HUSHMONEY #HUSHMONEYINTERNATIONAL #FREAKOUTHANDSHAKE #sundaydriverecords

good morning ladies$sss
[im back on my 🔪 shit]

make sure u send this 2 ur crush for v-day, a nice gift that costs 0 dollars 👍😀 xoxo

ty @misscinematica [& archive dot org] for the foooty ♥️

ty death grips for not c*pyright bl*cking this pls pls pls pls pls ♥️

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

Android Girl Dreams Only Of The Ocean [01]

🌫 Multi-channel video, single projection, zero screens. Made with #touchdesigner #projectionmapping #aftereffects #craigslist

🌌 id love to install this again somewhere. hmu ♥️

🌐 #generative #installationart #installation #newmedia #videoart #shutup #itsforthealgorithm

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

whimsypilled, experiencing “joy”

before i was a filmmaker i was a dancer + choreographer, which will forever be a fundamental influence in everything i create. but between moving across the country and a life/career pivot and the pandemic and grad school and getting old and out of shape, dance and i kinda drifted apart.

there’s a certain self-loathing that comes with losing touch with what once was your whole identity. the last few years, i don’t even bring up my dance background anymore because it makes me feel stuck in the past. i knew i was never the best dancer, or the best choreographer; i knew this wasn’t going to last forever — life moves on, i told myself. so it goes.

now coming up on 10 years post “retirement” i’m slowly embracing my Past Self after so many years of rejecting her. i’ve been going through these old videos and for once, feeling fondness and pride and appreciation for Baby Me, rather than cringing and kicking myself for a life i left behind. a me that wasn’t so self-conscious, so wrapped up in appearances and doing the Correct Thing On Paper. who wasn’t afraid of falling, or failing. who threw spaghetti at the wall with reckless abandon (figuratively, though probably also literally if we’re gonna be real about 2016 me) to figure out who i was artistically.

i’m not gonna say something corny and fake-inspirational like “but then i realized…i’m still that same person inside ❤️” because that’s just not true. i AM afraid of trying new things because i AM afraid of failing because my brain is fully formed now and i have bills to pay. (and i still AM NOT going to take a dance class, thank you very much.)

i do miss her though.

[continued in comments]

PS god i hope ig doesn’t mute these pls pls pls

before i was a filmmaker i was a dancer + choreographer, which will forever be a fundamental influence in everything i create. but between moving across the country and a life/career pivot and the pandemic and grad school and getting old and out of shape, dance and i kinda drifted apart.

there’s a certain self-loathing that comes with losing touch with what once was your whole identity. the last few years, i don’t even bring up my dance background anymore because it makes me feel stuck in the past. i knew i was never the best dancer, or the best choreographer; i knew this wasn’t going to last forever — life moves on, i told myself. so it goes.

now coming up on 10 years post “retirement” i’m slowly embracing my Past Self after so many years of rejecting her. i’ve been going through these old videos and for once, feeling fondness and pride and appreciation for Baby Me, rather than cringing and kicking myself for a life i left behind. a me that wasn’t so self-conscious, so wrapped up in appearances and doing the Correct Thing On Paper. who wasn’t afraid of falling, or failing. who threw spaghetti at the wall with reckless abandon (figuratively, though probably also literally if we’re gonna be real about 2016 me) to figure out who i was artistically.

i’m not gonna say something corny and fake-inspirational like “but then i realized…i’m still that same person inside ❤️” because that’s just not true. i AM afraid of trying new things because i AM afraid of failing because my brain is fully formed now and i have bills to pay. (and i still AM NOT going to take a dance class, thank you very much.)

i do miss her though.

[continued in comments]

PS god i hope ig doesn’t mute these pls pls pls

before i was a filmmaker i was a dancer + choreographer, which will forever be a fundamental influence in everything i create. but between moving across the country and a life/career pivot and the pandemic and grad school and getting old and out of shape, dance and i kinda drifted apart.

there’s a certain self-loathing that comes with losing touch with what once was your whole identity. the last few years, i don’t even bring up my dance background anymore because it makes me feel stuck in the past. i knew i was never the best dancer, or the best choreographer; i knew this wasn’t going to last forever — life moves on, i told myself. so it goes.

now coming up on 10 years post “retirement” i’m slowly embracing my Past Self after so many years of rejecting her. i’ve been going through these old videos and for once, feeling fondness and pride and appreciation for Baby Me, rather than cringing and kicking myself for a life i left behind. a me that wasn’t so self-conscious, so wrapped up in appearances and doing the Correct Thing On Paper. who wasn’t afraid of falling, or failing. who threw spaghetti at the wall with reckless abandon (figuratively, though probably also literally if we’re gonna be real about 2016 me) to figure out who i was artistically.

i’m not gonna say something corny and fake-inspirational like “but then i realized…i’m still that same person inside ❤️” because that’s just not true. i AM afraid of trying new things because i AM afraid of failing because my brain is fully formed now and i have bills to pay. (and i still AM NOT going to take a dance class, thank you very much.)

i do miss her though.

[continued in comments]

PS god i hope ig doesn’t mute these pls pls pls

before i was a filmmaker i was a dancer + choreographer, which will forever be a fundamental influence in everything i create. but between moving across the country and a life/career pivot and the pandemic and grad school and getting old and out of shape, dance and i kinda drifted apart.

there’s a certain self-loathing that comes with losing touch with what once was your whole identity. the last few years, i don’t even bring up my dance background anymore because it makes me feel stuck in the past. i knew i was never the best dancer, or the best choreographer; i knew this wasn’t going to last forever — life moves on, i told myself. so it goes.

now coming up on 10 years post “retirement” i’m slowly embracing my Past Self after so many years of rejecting her. i’ve been going through these old videos and for once, feeling fondness and pride and appreciation for Baby Me, rather than cringing and kicking myself for a life i left behind. a me that wasn’t so self-conscious, so wrapped up in appearances and doing the Correct Thing On Paper. who wasn’t afraid of falling, or failing. who threw spaghetti at the wall with reckless abandon (figuratively, though probably also literally if we’re gonna be real about 2016 me) to figure out who i was artistically.

i’m not gonna say something corny and fake-inspirational like “but then i realized…i’m still that same person inside ❤️” because that’s just not true. i AM afraid of trying new things because i AM afraid of failing because my brain is fully formed now and i have bills to pay. (and i still AM NOT going to take a dance class, thank you very much.)

i do miss her though.

[continued in comments]

PS god i hope ig doesn’t mute these pls pls pls

before i was a filmmaker i was a dancer + choreographer, which will forever be a fundamental influence in everything i create. but between moving across the country and a life/career pivot and the pandemic and grad school and getting old and out of shape, dance and i kinda drifted apart.

there’s a certain self-loathing that comes with losing touch with what once was your whole identity. the last few years, i don’t even bring up my dance background anymore because it makes me feel stuck in the past. i knew i was never the best dancer, or the best choreographer; i knew this wasn’t going to last forever — life moves on, i told myself. so it goes.

now coming up on 10 years post “retirement” i’m slowly embracing my Past Self after so many years of rejecting her. i’ve been going through these old videos and for once, feeling fondness and pride and appreciation for Baby Me, rather than cringing and kicking myself for a life i left behind. a me that wasn’t so self-conscious, so wrapped up in appearances and doing the Correct Thing On Paper. who wasn’t afraid of falling, or failing. who threw spaghetti at the wall with reckless abandon (figuratively, though probably also literally if we’re gonna be real about 2016 me) to figure out who i was artistically.

i’m not gonna say something corny and fake-inspirational like “but then i realized…i’m still that same person inside ❤️” because that’s just not true. i AM afraid of trying new things because i AM afraid of failing because my brain is fully formed now and i have bills to pay. (and i still AM NOT going to take a dance class, thank you very much.)

i do miss her though.

[continued in comments]

PS god i hope ig doesn’t mute these pls pls pls

THEY’RE HITTING ME WITH HAMMERS

THEY’RE HITTING ME WITH HAMMERS

bloody mary bloody mary bloody mary

hello everybody

hello everybody

hello everybody

hello everybody

hello everybody

hello everybody

shin shitty

shin shitty

shin shitty

shin shitty

i could be your angle 👼 …:or your devel…. 😈

📸 @mutantleafling

i could be your angle 👼 …:or your devel…. 😈

📸 @mutantleafling

i could be your angle 👼 …:or your devel…. 😈

📸 @mutantleafling

📸 🖤 @mutantleafling

who up pining for the abyss

who up pining for the abyss

who up pining for the abyss

who up pining for the abyss