not a statement.
not a launch.
just the first mark.
i’ve been circling a space like this for a while
something slower, softer, not optimized.
a place where ideas can stay unfinished,
where meaning glitches and doesn’t need to land.
a space where the creative process can be itself unpolished.
social media always felt like shouting into a wind tunnel.
this is more like taping a note to the wall and doing the next thing.
if you see it, you see it.
this studio report is where i’ll drop fragments:
paintings in progress
digital scraps
sentences from the ether
soft questions
materials with moods
intuitive logic, but in layers
scribbled inner dialogue
today the studio is quiet and waiting.
i haven’t activated it in a while.
i get nervous during these down times that it’ll all disappear.
but then i remind myself:
let yourself go through it. just make the next mark.