Lizzie Scheader is a Parsons graduate and multidisciplinary artist, specializing in production arts, installation, and creative writing. She has been featured in various exhibitions and publications throughout New York extending from small scale local galleries, to assisting artists and editorials. Her work centers around showcasing personal narratives through multiple mediums, ranging from paper making to ambient sound scoring. Her mission with creating is to display and inspire vulnerability through abstract and accessible ways, while emphasizing community engagement. She is Brooklyn Based.
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01. Green
Gwendolyn Brooks said it’s my color, and she says it's yours too. It's Putnam Ave’s color, on a Friday. Wow. Green as a motherfucker. It’s crazy how good a simple green can make you feel so much better. I saw green so bright, I ate that green. Realized then my fuckin toothbrush is green.
And the toothpaste tastes green, but not the way my green greens taste. Like in the ice cream way, you know the one that’s kinda green, kinda blue.
And, my god, blue. I can go on and on about her. That lesbian movie was right. Blue is a warm hug. Blue is my brother’s room 20 years ago. Ever go into the Sophie's bathroom, and suddenly you’re actually at the MoMA looking at the motherfucking Yves Klein. Staring dead in its eyes, but they’re really your eyes because that glass is so motherfucking clean. Startling I tell you. And that bud you smoked before, that’s right, green, a wet green.
You exit the bathroom, clean off the white, and the Bar’s red light mixes with that beautiful blue painted brick, and BOOM! Elderberry. Welch’s juice stains. A Priest wears it to remind you of humility. You start thinking about purple. Oh and don’t get me started about the color purple or I’ll cry. Purple is my feelings.
Purple is the color of blue at sunset, which I hear is getting earlier these days.
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02. 2:55 am
Bleak places
And bleak would be putting it lightly
Almost a state of bleak limerence.
Think
Dead babies
And the never ending state
Of mourning.
Or how a man feels it's his responsibility
To inform you
All the reasons you are not enough.
These people,
Might I remind you,
Do not flush the toilet.
I guide myself to more pleasant things
Like 10mg of Ambien
Because it’s so tiny
And so cute!
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