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.
Houseplant Oracle
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
Sweet Craving
She Will Return
You’ve inflicted a wound
down the length of her spine.
Sabotaging the currents
to maintain her movements
give way to the wind.
With the immense distance it provides,
she will carry on.
Her skin sticks and glows a little,
glistens in the sunlight.
She’ll return
and destroy all that you are,
leaving behind
trails of ash and stains
Kill Me
How To Be
you see
i know how to be
courteous,
a beggar;
believer
a star in the night
holding me
Too Small
my heart is tired
she wants to go home
i tried to build her one
but they’re all too small
she never fit
Ripe and Mean
When we went without
I forgot my name
Things were not good
We’d be ripe and mean
We’d beg and fight
Skin splitting
Play tug of war with our faces
Growl through negative space
I am awake
I am awake
I am awake
I plead
insanity
I give
him control
Still
painting him in contrast
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