Memory often develops into metaphor in hindsight. When I was very young I saw a butterfly trapped inside a lantern. The lantern was old, dusty, and hanging high in a corner of my fathers shed, which was full of shelves packed with old dusty things, all enveloped in the musty smell of grease, rust, and … Continue reading What’s worth saving
The kinder way of saying “don't support genAI garbage”, which, if my heart was the one talking, would be a sentence with a lot more expletives in it. Art is such a wonderful, beautiful experience. In making it, in taking it in. Creation is the closest thing to personal divinity, it’s how we share our … Continue reading Thank you for supporting the magic of human made art
Last year I took some very tentative steps into the fray of being an artist on display. I’ve been on social media of course, but that has always existed within a personal realm, even on TikTok where I've seen some decent popularity it still feels like my private account escaping containment rather than establishing a … Continue reading A New Year, A New Chapter
A pocket full of lavender and sunshine on my knees I'll kick you full of roses and I'll feed you to my bees Petals formed from starlight, and roots woven from stone I have pollen in my bloodstream, I have honey in my bones So come my patrons greedy eyes, come drink of all my … Continue reading Gift giver
