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EXHIBITIONS, PRESS, ETC

WORDS FROM COLLECTORS

Archival Art Prints

Huntress & Holder Of Hands

Huntress & Holder Of Hands

Moonlit Dance

Dark Before Dawn

Dark Before Dawn

Always A Way Forward

Always A Way Forward

Moonlight Ritual

Moonlight Ritual

Banana Dance

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I really feel like life is trying to get me to give up on it.

#trying in a Motel 6 in Mississippi this morning in bed with dogs and notebooks and a blessing of a phone call. Felt like quitting life again last night tbh.

Someone told me the first two words are the most important. I can get so stuck in my perfec

Your darling dirtbag has been shooting a lot of film 📷

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Slowly loosening up the throat chakra

Fell head over heals for the Mississippi coast.
Art on every corner,
Spanish moss like slow prayers in the wind,
peach cobbler for dinner, sand in the car,
and somehow, new friends in New Orleans.

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Got to the Mississippi coast too late to camp.
Drove an hour into the woods before admitting it was too dark to keep pretending I knew what I was doing.
Ended up at yet another sketchy motel — a frequent theme in my nomad life.

Twelve-step mee

Felt too overwhelmed by the vast openness of it all and pulled over in a random church parking lot to cuddle dogs. Got a weird grounding trick you think I haven’t heard before?

The map’s a little off, but the feelings check out.
Too much sushi and almost got murdered in Baton Rouge.
Full meltdown in Tallahassee.
Foley felt like home for a brief minute.
Didn’t fall in love with Mississippi.
Louisiana—still

Louisiana motel era.
Trusting the unfolding.
No idea where next.
Met a cool artist. Hope he stays steady.
Trying to stay sober.
Dogs in motel beds, fridge full of Diet Coke.
Sleep is not my friend lately.
ERs don’t like when you don’t hav

It sucked soooooo hard to have to edit my writing in half for the NDA—but I’m bringing it back in pre-censored form with a few choice word changes. Reclaiming a voice, writing a life.

"The events in this collection are true to the

New favorite 🎂 reading in my murder motel.

It’s a tough pill to swallow—
realizing what I thought might finally be a chance
to have a mother
is just more of the same:
drama, lying, denial.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

To me, it was a formative memory.
It warp