The future is coming, faster than we want it to, and we can and should decide which direction it goes.
I find comfort in portraying odd, mysterious, evocative scenarios and strange masked figures.
We remember when they sank, when the stories came to life before our eyes.
The Old Gods arrived a billion years ago, that’s the story you’ve been told.
She has a body like a needle and a voice like radio static.
Fields of bowed green gripped onto your feather wrist | her quantum veil hiccupping
In my personal work I'm exploring themes of unfurling, unraveling, falling apart? Falling to pieces maybe.
Mirra knew her mother wouldn’t budge.
The birth of a twin is a special thing.