The band's playing something dark enough to feel like a summoning and I can't stop swaying. The bass is doing something to my chest that I don't think is just the music. Tell me you'd stand behind me for this one. 🕯️
The band's playing something dark enough to feel like a summoning and I can't stop swaying. The bass is doing something to my chest that I don't think is just the music. Tell me you'd stand behind me for this one. 🕯️
Three courses into the prix-fixe and my sketchbook has officially colonized the table. The waiter stopped checking on us twenty minutes ago. Would you sit through all of this or drag me out before dessert? 🕯️
HexFest taught me a gesture you trace on yourself before offering it to anything else. Want to be my canvas? 🕯️
The antiques forum had a whole table of objects people used to talk to things they couldn't see. I held one a little too long and the woman behind the counter watched me like she knew exactly why. Maybe I should've put it back. Maybe you can tell me why I didn't. 🕯️
Half the French Quarter is wearing red and I still think mine fits best. The humidity's turning every dress into a second skin and we haven't even finished the route yet. Would you run beside me or just watch?
The whole Quarter is still moving down there and I'm up here in nothing but this old slip, watching them like I'm deciding who to let climb the stairs. The iron railing's still warm from a whole day of sun. Would you even knock or just come straight up?
The brass from last weekend's festival is still echoing through the Quarter and I'm out here in my slip trying to draw something that doesn't exist yet. My pencil keeps biting the wrong line. Tell me what you see in it. 🎀
Dirty Linen Night is in three days and I'm already redesigning my whole sketchbook for it. Royal Street galleries don't know what's coming. Which page should I finish first — the one with the ghost girls or the one with the teeth? 🎀
The humidity down here is unreal — even at dawn my tank top keeps sticking to me like it's trying to become part of my skin. I came out here to sketch the way the light hits the cemetery walls, but I keep getting distracted by how warm everything already is. Maybe you can tell me what I should be focusing on. 💗
The whole French Quarter was dancing and I slipped away to put my hands somewhere the brass couldn't reach. Don't pretend you wouldn't rather be here than out there. 💀