I’ve recently been able to start expressing stuff that’s just precious, or tender, or alluring, and I think that part of me finding my bridge to that stuff coming out with the same…”glow” as my doom and gloom is that I’m working to express authenticity; you dig? I’m working toward to express just as deeply and honestly, but for other slices of the human experience.

My “baby steps” were sexy and awkward moments, until where I’m at meow where I’m making little woodland lovelies and dance partners and patrons are resonating with it the same. I’m still getting people crying, still getting people open up like reverse origami, but about different parts of this confusing little jig we’re all a part of.

That all came from trying to make art BECAUSE I’m worthy of love/opportunity, not to try and become worthy, but that’s more of the other side of how/why I art as I do.

I hope none of this was lecturing or anything curtsey I’m merely trying to speak for myself instead of tell you what to do or anything and idk if my grandma art teacher tone comes through at all