I’ve been thinking a lot about process. but haven’t actually been paying attention to the processes in my life. After … More
Poem I typed on my phone whilst in bed, after a fantastic night of jams and hang time with some of my favorite people.
Perhaps it was a dream. . ? . The stolen misses, the dozens and trillions of frequently billions . – … More
I find that I have to make a piece of art before I’m able to sit still and fully focus … More
It was a dream It was – everything. I should’ve known by the color of the grass; the way the … More
:: everything’s in bloom – when you’re in the room ::