Research is practice/praxis
composer of experimental and new music
interdisciplinary artist
Love is contraband in Hell,
cause love is an acid
that eats away bars.
But you, me, and tomorrow
hold hands and make vows
that struggle will multiply.
The hacksaw has two blades.
The shotgun has two barrels.
We are pregnant with freedom.
We are a conspiracy.
Love is contraband in Hell,
cause love is an acid
that eats away bars.
But you, me, and tomorrow
hold hands and make vows
that struggle will multiply.
The hacksaw has two blades.
The shotgun has two barrels.
We are pregnant with freedom.
We are a conspiracy.
UNDER THE SKIN OF A GUILD: WAKE OF LOST SOULS
UNDER THE SKIN OF A GUILD: WAKE OF LOST SOULS