Freedom vs. belonging
What I didn't realize was that choosing a place and belonging to a place are two very different things.
Stepping outside the system
With no steady paycheck or an address, it’s hard to live within the system, but I’m navigating with help.
rooted, after roaming
I find myself longing for my slippers. And so, I am bringing my residency extravaganza to a close. It’s time to set roots.
Finding Comfort
There’s a collective longing for things to settle; to sleep deeply, to wake without fear, to stop bracing for what might come next. I don’t think there’s much calm to be found in the world at large these days, which is why community and connection feel so essential.
2026 - With fear in the passengers seat
“I’ve avoided opportunities simply because the unknown felt unbearable — and here I am, repeatedly stepping into it anyway. Fear has never been a sign to stop; it’s just been part of the equation.”
In Plain Sight
As a working artist, I’m in a unique position to speak openly and take creative risks. I’m not easily silenced for the stories I choose to tell — and I recognize what a privilege that is in a time when many are being punished for their perspectives.
Yes, And: Life on the Road
Is it amazing to feel “free,” traveling with no strings attached? Yes.
Do you also find yourself, literally or metaphorically, shitting in a bucket? Yes.
Like so many things in life—this is a yes, and.
Holy Shit, I’m Doing it!
“Almost every week, I’d contact a friend in a minor panic. I’d joke, half-laughing, “I’m homeless, jobless, and doing great.” They’d talk me off the ledge, remind me I’m not about to end up playing a tuba on Thompson Lane for change. More importantly, they reminded me: I’m doing this. I can do this.”
Too Old, Too Weird
“Here’s the thing: I’ve never believed there was an age limit on growing, experiencing, or learning something new. If anything, I think being alive is allowing ourselves to stretch, evolve, and try. The alternative is stagnation atrophy and a slow decay.”
Standing Between Endings & Beginnings
This weekend, a thought kept circling in my mind like a mantra:
“As of Thursday, I will be homeless and jobless—and I feel great about it.”
Blowing Up My Life
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m making some big changes in my life. I’ve given notice at work, ending a 24-year career in emergency services. My house is for sale, and come July, I’ll be leaving Indiana—for good.
I’ve been joking that I’m “blowing up my life in a very controlled way.” But really, it’s more than that. It’s a deliberate, soul-deep shift. It’s about choosing possibility over predictability.
From Queer Joy to Human Connection: An Artistic Exploration of Hands
It's not about our individual interactions, but about recognizing the whole of our shared humanity. This is the space I find myself in with this project—focused on the collective, beyond our differences. In today’s climate, this can sometimes feel harder to embody, but it's what I want to see in the world. It’s the conversation I want to be part of.
Adopt the Arts
“Buy art, a ticket, an album, subscribe and encourage. Show the artists you enjoy some love instead of buying something from a big box store.”
Embracing the Mess
“When you purchase a piece from me you will likely find a mistake and possibly a finger print here and there because I am an imperfect, lovely mess of a human.”
No One Wants to be in a Box
“My creativity is over in the corner, arms folded with their back to me refusing to connect or engage. I stomp my feet like a child and attempt to put marks on a paper but it all results in frustration and feeling stuck.”
Seeing My Own Truth
“For most of my life, I have treated my artistic ability as a bid for connection and a confirmation I was lovable.”
Visions of Orange & White
Majestic, exuberant, shy and sly she carries herself with grace and humor. I aspire to be the fox, to be shapeshifting, light, sly and transgendered.
College… meh
“Do I need a piece of paper to say that I am a qualified artist or know what I am doing? Here’s a little secret, no one really knows what they are doing in art. We are feeling our way through it, always.”