Chloe Early, No Words for Justice
Chloe Early is by far the second most interesting person I’ve written about. I don’t know if that’s saying much. But you should all recognize how amazing these works of wachamacallit are.
Everything I’ve seen so far with her name on it is just so fucking awe inducing. It’s the kind of thing that forces me to stop and study it. Trying to understand every intricate detail that feels like it wisps some ancient secret. I sort of hate her for making me waste my time staring at images but these are just so seductive. Like a dream with lucid illusions. I mean it all just ozzes tasteful elegance and mystery wrapped in an elusive vest, locked in a colourful abyss. And it gets me upset that I can never own one and hang it up in my room. So as to sink into it when the drunk bangs hard. Or the World cuts you down. Or the tired sun sets just right. There is something grand about all this. I just wish there were words to give it justice.