Untitled, Part I

It’s the tea kettle that wakes me up. I jolt upright, slightly disoriented. The sun gleams brilliantly through the tall windows that line the walls of Jonathan’s loft, splashing light across the floor in front of the bed.

Attention To Detail

I had finally embraced the thing I was put on this earth to do, and the universe was rewarding me.

On A Creative Life

You don’t decide to be an artist, but you do decide to live your life as one.

One Year Out

“Watching you thrive creatively over these past few weeks, it’s made me want to thrive. It’s made me want to find a hole in the world in the shape of me and just fill it up.”