Once upon a time, there was something. Spinning around in a moment. Settling into a home. Brushing colors into spaces. Pulling on words. Speaking from the distress. Neither chosen nor ready for. A storyteller within a story, nonetheless. Time said good-bye but that…

One word does not decide who we are, but that word can pre-write who we become. One moment does not decide who we are, but that moment can be the catalyst in who we become. One thought does not decide who we are, but that thought can fill in the gap of who we become….

Red is a color developed in the artwork. Deposits of moments and hopes accumulating in the home. Dressed to express how pain and love feel. Pushed as both an ally and an enemy. And enduring the lineup as best as it can for sure. Beauty is an open door for all in the…

We talk about heroic as if we know its game. Like, it’s some list of victories. With lines celebrating just the parts that display strength. Not the cost of battles that existed before and come after. Nor the moments where it has very quietly fit in.  We voice…

Heroic is the kind of art where pressure turns into likeable. Is so much more adventurous than fear. Never feels like it doesn’t belong. And sounds so great when read out loud. Weak, however, is the type of art that is deeper than what it seems.  Packed with…