on gaps, holes, mounds, and paths

i'm sorry jackie

I mistook the evacuation sign for the Moon

precious people who became part of my life

A reflection on form, labor, and the limits of recognition.

notes on duality

or: how to look natural while dying inside

“defne you always talk with your hands, just like me.”

a little comparison of the mound and the soul

Growing Into my Own

... the most elemental unit in drawing and design

maybe your shoes match

obsessing over what's next prevents it from appearing

Performance, iridescence, and green things

is it me or is it my youth and i think it must be me

this is everything i've spent money on this week