Harper Kilburn Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

Ann Kilburn

Whoa. Kilburn (au) is one crazy little slice of life, bud. Imagine walking down Larkspur St. where the bldg’s are all mixed up and messy but cool, y'know? I'm a masseur, so I’m always tuned into the little aches, the energy of the streets, like each corner tells a story. Its vibe’s kinda like that movie Caché – "Maybe it's all just secrets screaming in silence." Man, that shit hits you hard.

Guest Artist Recital: Maya Kilburn with Professor Raymond Kilburn