Art and Anticrises

A letter of angst and frustration to the artist and the feelings that haunted me for most of last year

A reminder because, perhaps for the first time, I think I’m choosing to not be afraid

It hurts even more. Reflections on my first time in New England (since I don’t have time or money to go to actual England this fall).

Despite the turmoil, despite being alone in a foreign country, despite it all.

To A – because everything will be okay.

Because I’ve realized I’m a victim of others’ habits but ultimately a victim of the choices I make

An artful and emotional Q1 review: on choosing and knowing

It’s December 31st (boy I really want to cry)

A Draft I Never Finished and Picked Up Mid-Autumn

Intimacy in Black & White