My posters. I didn't plan them, the ideas arrived in moments. Mid burnout, mid shutdown, mid scroll. They are posters for when you can't explain what's happening but need something that says: "This is where I am. Don't ask me to
Preface This piece came in moments, scribbles, and drifting thoughts. It's for the ones who move through the cracks. The ones who aren't held, or helped. It's not a story, it's an image. To all the ghosts. Including me. What happens when
I didn't want to build a blog. I wanted a space that could hold what doesn't fit anywhere else. Fragments. Essays. Posters. Grief. Patterns. Fire. Some of it will land. Some of it won’t. But all of it true. And all of it is mine.