Learning how to let the image breathe. Practicing restraint, symbolism, space. Trusting simplicity more.
The Shape of Listening
Emotional Hieroglyphics
My recent work explores subconscious divination through collage and material experimentation.
Using embroidery, scraps, symbolic repetition, texture, handmade paper, organic remnants, and intuitive composition, I’ve been creating what feel like emotional hieroglyphics or dream maps – artifacts of an evolving inner mythology.
The work exists somewhere between intuitive abstraction, sacred symbolism, folk mysticism, outsider assemblage, and visual poetry.
I’m interested in how subconscious memory communicates through symbols, texture, repetition, and material instinct. These pieces are less concerned with polished representation and more concerned with emotional residue, psychic mapping, and the transformation of fragments into living symbolic systems.
I play with myself as an entity
I am clay
robust
an audacious burgundy
a whole lot of eyes on me
when I peer over myself
I am a witness
wandering for a spring
supple breasts
rich
I am speaking poetically
I have solid ground
I play with myself as an entity
Houseplant Oracle
Encourage Her
Every once in a while
she’d orchestrate four corners
cushioned by figments of her sight
she forms a silk chrysalis
when the seas reflected it
when she mourns an ancient heart
so they understand to forgive her
nip and pick at the wisdom in her veins
savor her as a shooting star
encourage her to perform
Your Pulse
I lived into your pulse
leaning to and from
I wanted
to become
I pleaded
That you’d mould me
awaken me
I was glass and white fabrics
elastic and ecstatic
our friction fried
static
you said I was erotic
I’ve been practicing
to last past the sunset
I pressed
erect
sweat me off
push me to my far corners
you knew I was a yearner
day 16/30
I am clay
robust
an audacious burgundy
a whole lot of eyes on me
when I peer over myself
I am a witness
wandering for a spring
supple breasts
rich
I am speaking poetically
I have solid ground
I play with myself
as an entity
Benevolent Cruel Season
an angel from the sun
who knew when to be lost
she’s benevolent
a cruel season
she began only to end
one day with her
was worth searching for
nothing about her was linear
she ran intoxicatingly
cold plunging into the hearts of her prey
she was found on the last eclipse
making mosaics
writing poems about it
what an imagination she is
The Sun is Oozing
the sun dreams
makes everything glow like him
brick by brick
he kisses tones
skin and the wild
convinces floating bodies
to swim and fantasize
of all the textures
of spectrums
of the earth
until the sky creams
in streaks of sin
the sun is oozing
everything dances with praises here
innocence lingers
transparent swaying and wading bodies
not sure what they wish for
when the sun came to judge them
in this dream
everything is permitted
and the sun vows to kiss you still
without mercy
Cushions For Comfort
cushions for comfort
I surrender
divert
I’m covered in eyes
they all hurt
but they’re mine
my seasons share time
I was taught
it wouldn’t brush me like
my mind has a haunting
like my vessel is memory foam
I’m covered
they cover me when I’m exposed
they covered me when I ache
they gave me cushions for comfort
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