Where vulnerability turns into art.
I show up to my art exactly as I am— messy, healing, growing. These pieces are my way of turning emotion into something tangible—something that can be held, seen, and shared.
Every piece comes from a place of honesty, shaped by the parts of me I’m willing to share. This is where vulnerability becomes art.
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Across many lands the hollow earth is celebrated.
The ancestral realm.
Evil is not its name.
There seems to be a misunderstanding based on time, and historical ignorance.
Though through generational veneration
We welcome tradition.
For those shall see the skull and honor the time that has come.
It has brought you to where you are now.
In the physical, our eyes limit us.
Into believing only what we see.
What is left are these bones.
However that is not the end.
The illusion of time will continue.
I remember you.