I originally intended for this painting to commemorate loneliness by depicting myself as a bystander to interactions, to be a meditation on the experience of isolation. As I added paint, however, I found myself increasingly integrated with the work’s figures, leading me to reconsider this piece as a reflection of how connection and intimacy influence one's perspective.

I’m thinking it through, making some changes for me My head feels so much lighter, not foggy anymore, now that you’re not a whoreI want to be there, I want to be there, I want to be there, or anywhere Should I move away or should I stay right here, maybe just a few more yearsAnd when I sleep at night, would I feel alright knowing you’re mine Tell me what to do, would someone tell me what the he...

He and I We invariably decay, From too much infatuation. It’s the pedigree you pay for loving the absolute lariat, who’s contemplative, pensive and glorious, above. Leaves you for days, to not  consider, or shunEvery move is spoken clear,get better and climb the rudder’s rear so that you can fall down the steps. We, don’t side with anotherHold a hunk of him, always near The tranche, hidden unde...

The flickering lamp post did nothing to dull my nerves,Seemingly there was nothing else I could do but to observe.My hands fumbled with my sweater, and I glanced around,The quiet street in the dark night deepened my frown.There was Nobody, Nobody at all,Nobody to hear my whispers, Nobody to hear my calls.And as I stood there for Nobody to clutch my heart again,I had known that with Nobody, I co...

A lone construction surveyor navigates the mysterious lower level of a soon-to-be demolished building. Burdened with the task of mapping the infrastructure’s network of ancient utility lines and deteriorating foundation, he descends deeper into paranoia as his measurements begin contradicting his findings.‘In My Room’ is Discrete’s debut music video directed by emerging filmmaker, Colin Greenf...

A used to cry myself to sleep when i was alone. Wanted to be wanted, like my pain it would atone. Thought that alone was the worst i could feel until i found what it was like to be lonely. No longer alone but lonely. I’m screaming in an empty wood,while at my hair i pull. Didn’t wanna be alone but now i’m lonely. Myself is never enough, she mocks me, that’s her chance. Could never dance alone m...

Loneliness.These are a few shots from an old project exploring loneliness, a feeling so very real to many at this current time. It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, the way that loneliness shows up. Its appearance is indiscriminate - not solely coupled with physical isolation, but sometimes arising when we’re least alone. This is something I’ve seen time and time again throug...

Is being able to sleep too much to ask for? Like a screaming baby looking for the carer, with no one to be found each time, but transparent arms around my waist and a little voice going down my spine. The screaming is not going to reach an end, kept under the spiderweb of my veins, covering you with it’s tenderness, though my veins are the origin of pain.Or maybe I am the restless mother,  ling...

 “Are you hungry? ““Have you eaten?”My mother asked as I entered the house. I was withdrawn and silent.She assumed it was because I was famished from my after-school activities.I then quickly muttered “No, I’m not hungry “ With a monotonous tone, as rehearsedand routine as ever.I had an appetite for something she couldn’t even conceive that I would require. I yearned to say something,  but I co...