Victoria will write anything, anywhere, anytime, which does not make her some kind of language prostitute, but more of a lover, since she rarely gets paid. She is a poet (slam and mute), singer, songwriter, guitarist, flamenco/modern/belly dancer, teacher, novelist, essayist, sunset connoisseur, and a deep lover of life. She has a BA in writing, literature and dance from Bard College (NY). After a year and a half of travel, she is newly based in Seattle, and she is getting pretty darn good at cooking tofu.
I am completely naked. And 15 total strangers are studying every inch of my exposed skin by the gray daylight streaming through the window.
Just when I think I can’t stand it anymore and if I don’t move my feet they’ll fall off, I realize I have no choice but to stay. If I move, I’m doomed. Worse than that, I’m bad at my job. And it’s my first day.
The ancient art of being a busker (a good U.K. word) involves performing your artistic trade on sidewalks, in public squares, and by coffeeshops, in the hope of getting a few dollar bills thrown into your hat before you are shooed away. It can be a thankless job. It can also be a real joy.
Ships, a collection from Google Satellite by Jenny Odell
Photography by Oleg Dou, via El Dado del Arte
Generative art by Franz Thues and Dirk König, via Alex Wain
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