Gris presents itself as all about loss and grief and pain. It wears these motifs heartily on its sleeve and is dutifully unashamed of obvious metaphors or tired cliches. Gris can do this because it’s beautiful and honest and I think it kinda knows it. It can be a grey world, like its namesake, representing a worn soul that slowly finds its way to colour through sheer perseverance of will. It can show me broken statues and desolate buildings and say ‘this is inside you’ without earning a scoff or feeling insincere. I think in part, Gris can do this where others may fail because it’s not all sorrow and despair. At its core Gris is really about hope and although I try to avoid my name as a cliche at all costs I do mean that in more ways than one.
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