Existential dread, David Bowie’s "Blackstar," cancer, and dark humor collide as I try to make sense of a world that feels increasingly unstable.

Proofreading, rewriting, getting lost in sentences, and resetting with music.

A gliding flight in Vermont becomes more when a series of small, insistent moments only later reveals their connection to a shocking event. Moving between lived experience and theory, the post traces how synchronicity and precognition unfold through time and creative response.

Over ten days, I kept returning to the same images while working through depression and conflict with Hans. Through Eros and Psyche, the work shifted into distance, misalignment, and the inability to reconcile who he had been with who he is now. Still, I stayed with it.

During a ten-day drawing practice shaped by the myth of Eros and Psyche, I tried to draw Hans’s face for the first time in years. Each attempt forced a confrontation between devotion and verification. Making him visible risked shifting him from my unseen companion to the historical man he once was, revealing how the act of seeing can alter the bond itself.

After years of silence, I return to Blind Love—a novel born of visions, memory, and warning—guided again by Hans as the world turns darker still.

A journey through love, transformation, and spirit connection with Hans, my guide, told in 3 acts of shedding, searching, and surrendering.

Me, dressed in the finest intentions, glancing over, once, and then–the sky opened up. You were heavenly, frightfully sublime...

When reality suffuses our castle in the air, the yearning resumes its poisoned trail, weighing the heart. fogging the mind.

Typing is akin to using an Enigma machine, especially if I over analyze the keyboard...

What was supposed to be a four-day weekend of editing my story, ended up being a basement flooding nightmare.

Although Blind Love is an edgy and provocative illustrated novel full of “Nazi heartthrobs,” it is actually about the resistance movement.