56/365 I love you if I haven't said that already.
55/365 Here two bodies fold into each other The Noise cannot reach
54/365 Okay you can go to bed now
53/365 I am going to dream tonight. This is a formal invitation for you to meet me in the garden.
51/365 I had such a good dinner tonight. I think top 10 in my life. All gf and vegan and no nuts that I couldn't have. Tempura veggies, kimchi avocado cucumber radish seaweed roll, and kimchi ramen with tofu. i didn't take a picture of it for poste
50/365 Preserve raw transaction integrity.
49/365 I’m in love with the friends who let me wander their interior, skimming their drafts, their holy confessionals. It’s an honor to know you from the inside.
48/365 This is how I was taught to answer the phone when I was little: Hello, who is this please? And if I was alone I was told to say: "Mommy and Daddy are in the shower right now can I take a message?"
46/365 I'm in a rabbithole of sorts as you can see.
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44/365 Can we talk about Alysa Liu though
43/365 A thought exercise: I want the familiar architecture of self. I want coherence. What is aware of this? What is the awareness that is noticing this?
42/365 Last night I dreamt that the tarot reader pulled 3 death cards for me from three different decks and didn't know what it meant so she left me in the room and went to ask the Gods. I think it just means things are different now, and if I had
40/365 There are so many rules I've broken with my paintings this year that I didn't even realize I had set for myself. Rules that I had subconsciously adopted for no reason at all. So silly. Thanks for being here. Love you all
39/365 Wrote this last week during a little hospital stay. All is well 🤍 A poem: I’m lying in a hospital bed. Yesterday and today are sort of the same day now. My heart is very busy. Incredibly busy, actually. It’s a little overkill h
38/365 Before she died, she asked me if I could be the one to go through all her things. She said I wouldn't curate her. Every cupboard, every drawer, every mess, every bag. She wanted her house emptied of everything except things she’d made w
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34/365 The fairy is drunk in the garden In a loud way I watch her like she's my child Talking to no one in particular Fermenting like bruised fruit
32/365 Just to get it out of my system or whatever