July 2023 in Review - Nimona

Support your local freak.

It's a sticker on a guitar. It's a phrase in a Glasshouse.

It's the colours of courage. The sureness of fluidity. The certainty of the shore.

It makes me think of other sacred contradictions.

The state of Flow. Both timeless and in motion, until you cease to be and yet have never been more so.

Nimona brandishes soul at stagnation.

Shapeshifts.

No less like us. Who age, change, try, screw up.

We are Openheimer and Barbie. We present and hide, and display and cover-up.

Them? We are them.

They? They are us.

What differences do you see?

And then, with them, with they and us, who my love, are we?