Glitterati

Recently the upcoming “Isabella Glitterati” has been going with me everywhere. Her sparkling pink spheres and warm, watery, synthetic gloom are like a warm blanket in the warm sun, like I fell asleep under a wind-chime. I need to talk about it. The project has been growing. It’s pop that centers around acceptance after anguish, a space to breathe between the last cry and the first step out the door. It’s my broken trust flying through the wind, the glittering dust that got in my eye when I realized, as a woman, I was walking away.