Seymour Pessoa
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New Butterfly
In the words of Diana Vreeland, "I'm actually quite lazy, so naturally I expect everyone else to work as hard as I do." What do you do when you get graced with the thing you constantly strive for in your waking life? For me that's nothingness. To do nothing; to have nothing to do. Space. Room to move. Room to breathe. All possibilities exist in nothingness and it's that arena I am in constant pursuit of, then covid-19 gave it to me. That's when I realized other people don't have the same aspirations as I do, imagine that.
By Seymour Pessoa2 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - February 2022
PlasteredTop Story - February 2022
Plaster is my medium of choice. Its purpose is a means-to-an-end of replication. Yet, when left in its rough, primitive state- as I like to leave it- its reflection is seldom right on the money: never perfect nor does it need to be. I love to plaster my friends and other women’s bodies. What was once a frivolous, fun craft to do in an afternoon has now become a sort-of cosmic healing journey to self-empowerment. I find the most immense amount of joy empowering other women using my plaster-craft as a body-positive celebration.
By Seymour Pessoa2 years ago in Humans
Birthright
Seventy years ago, the American democratic system saw its end. The two parties became polarized to the point of implosion where perpetual gridlock tension called for relief in a common, singular voice. That’s when my family stepped in, forging the first American Monarch.
By Seymour Pessoa3 years ago in Fiction