Jillee parker
Bio
I dream in songs and elaborate performances. I wake with ideas and then I don’t stop until I’ve brought them to life. My songs, videos, projects, performances and wardrobe have one thing in common, they illustrate both sides of the story.
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Mango
I was young when it happened, when the world disappeared. I’ve seen pictures and heard stories of our formerly happy life; the bright green palm trees dancing in a Florida breeze, my favorite manatees affectionately named Chompy and Flippy Doo, and even selling my Nanni’s mangos in front of her house. But that was the “Before,” before the light went out, before those memories faded away. Yet even in darkness I vividly remember the end of us; the look of terror on my dad’s face, my mum’s late-night worried whispers, the thickness in the air that nearly choked me. I can still smell the smell of death, taste the tears, but better still can I recall my Last birthday.
By Jillee parker 5 years ago in Futurism
Madness 2 Magic
There’s a chair in the road covered by a sheet, and I am underneath it. I can’t see through the sheet but I’m sure a crowd has gathered by now. It’s hot in Wynwood, Miami, so part of me is second-guessing my decision to begin this way. Behind me is sits a holographic “musicar”, a customized old convertible with pop-up turntables, equipped the sound system of a nightclub. LEDs, that cover the car, are flashing in sync with the eerie music as fog builds around me. In-ear monitors allow us to speak to each other though our microphones privately. I ask, “is everyone ready?” and he replies, “Are you?” I’m never ready, and deeming them butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement, because it feels more like fireworks. So I close my eyes for a few seconds, and when I open them back up, I am someone entirely new… and she is always ready. She can tap into and exude any emotion; she becomes whoever I need her to be. “Yes” I reply as I slump in my chair under the sheet on a hot night in Miami. Tonight I am a machine, just like the car behind me. Tonight we become one.
By Jillee parker 5 years ago in Motivation
Rock. Paper. Scissors
“Create your own happiness”... This title reminded me of something my mom repeated to me growing up, often in the face of adversity. She’d say, “We Parker’s are powerful people Jillee, we make things happen.” This was her response to every roadblock that pummeled me, and trust, she who has lofty dreams is sure to be pummeled, because great joy must be balanced by great sadness. I decided 8 years ago, that all I wanted was to be happy, and I was determined to make that happen. I have an unconventional story, and to understand my love of scissors, my creative passion, and how I am still making my dream a reality, we must first start at the beginning.
By Jillee parker 5 years ago in Motivation
