Ennis
Process Artist
Mixed Media
Self-Mythology

My first time in Miami, I never made it to Art Basel. A nepo baby kidnapped me. He said, "You really don't know who I am? Ok. I'll show you."

Back in front of my airbnb 72 hours later. His friend jumps out the truck. We hug goodbye and share a silent question. Why does nepo hate me all of a sudden?

Oh he unfollowed me on Instagram.
It must be serious lmfao.

That night, I baptized myself in the ocean wearing baby’s paint soaked clothes because I too want to forget money exists. Wreak havoc with my giggly spectrum of art obsessed friends. Open expensive little restaurants in shitty strip malls then freak out about property damage while spray painting in the parking lot.

"Is that what triggered the ego death?"

No but did we talk about the recall? My heart from two men at once? It didn't work out with the politician. The other one turned out to be a professional con artist wtf.

"You have a type."

That version of me was eaten alive by ai.

"Was it painful?"

Boring questions are unmotivating. They make me sad. Can you ask me something else? Catch me off guard? Make me laugh? I want to feel something.

"Why? Are you empty inside?"

Starting new in many ways. Do you know the difference between an emotion and a feeling?



02/08/2026 정은선 ✷ ENNIS