I am a human, maker, and laborer.

I am alive.

My body is a vessel to embody my ever-expanding understanding of the worlds around and within me.

I am a tender to softness -

a feeling,

concept,

liminal-space,

tangible-reality,

imagination-station,

malleable in-between realm

where I am constantly offering, accepting,

breaking apart, breaking down,

allowing, rejecting,

and transforming.

of listening, soaking, blending,

holding, bathing, losing,

dulling, stitching, aligning,

recording, tying, building,

thinking, looping, tending,

cradling, feeling, mourning,

resisting, humming, singing,

yearning, shedding, weaving,

mixing, warming, sifting,

knitting, lifting, using,

gliding, skipping, cycling,

recycling, rolling, opening,

talking, giving, helping, loving.

I am healing from the past, getting to know myself more,

unlearning pretentious ways of being and making,

and relearning how to love creating art for the health and growth of my soul again.