devin, a true cowboy, and my dear friend.
and the shore kept trying to hold us
and the shore kept trying to hold uswhen we went to the beach last summer
at the
opening of an lovely group show i was
in that summer
opening of an lovely group show i was
in that summer
all images except the last row are made with kodak vericolor that expired in 1994
kariny was at a bad bunny concert that night and i never want to forget devin saying it was a good omen
essential to a cowboy, her boots and belt
at rockaway
i’ve never met anyone with more swag, vigor, kindness and passion than devin. it almost feels wrong to see all those words as individual parts of a whole, and not inherently melded by devin’s effortless alchemy of selfhood
from one of our photo walks. all we spoke of this summer, with such feverishness, was how to push our work further
details from her apartment on 15th last year:
we met after having won the same grant from a collective that no longer exists. im grateful to have bumped into her online and made that connection tangible, it is so easy to pass someone by. i feel so deeply supported, inspired, and driven by our relationship. i have learned so much about commitment to one’s gifts, belief in self, and showing up for the people you love from devin. i want more than anything for her to receive her flowers, and SOON. her drawings and her mind are no joke. she is a star soaring so high people cant see her from the ground they insist they belong on.