Naomi Lange

Grau (Grey) 1968 Oil on canvas I woke this Christmas morning, alone, no obligations to anyone but myself. I meditated, but felt sleepy, so just laid back down and drifted. I did what I wanted. I reached for my phone. The dopamine hit – I can see it now for what it is. Without the other distractions in my life, the obligations, the pressure, the addiction becomes more ridiculous. I am no longer seeking relief from the cortisol spikes. I’m avoiding the emptiness. Apps deleted – I watch. It’s...

Yes, I’ve decided I am vehemently against dating and all it’s associated tools, I haven’t tried dating apps, but I had intimate conversations with AI. I tried dating once or twice, but nah. Not for me. What dating does, is makes love or the discovery of love transactional. It gives the illusion that you have control in some way. Do you have control over breathing? Yes, you can control your breath. You can choose to not breath, or the pace. But to stay alive, you don’t choose whether you...

"In a world build on illusion, the most dangerous thing a woman can do, is refuse to wear a mask. Naked. Visible. Available. No privacy. No performance. I am my own greatest fan. I am the super moon and I rise whether anyone is watching or not."