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year of the witch
my 2024-2025 year theme!
sporadic letters into the void; here be my newsletter blog-- on my latest fascinations, circumstances, and the artworks they inspire. [!!! insert RSS link here once I have it up]
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my 2024-2025 year theme!
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[ TW: Sarcasm, and I am going to list some weird and occasionally TMI, medical symptoms I have, and a scary traumatic night in a hospital, but I am okay. ] screaming to the void Dear medical professionals, Who wants to play medical diagnosis guess-who with me?? Oh? Where are you all
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Dear inner children, I want to dissect, a bit, three of the most common phrases I used in my very early childhood. First, “Why?”, and then “…Because why?” I always enjoyed the six degrees of frustration and reflection this repeated question would trigger in adults. The eventual conclusion of either
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Dear struggling artists, Nothing stunts my ability to choose to create art (it is a choice!), than other, seemingly more important yet mundane things on my to-do list. I feel as though, always, there are more pressing things to do; a vicious cycle of never-ending tasks, all flagged high priority.
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Dear fellow burgeoning art critics, Elevator music, hotel room art; the corporate pressure to create with selling in mind— the capitalization of expression! So I went into a new little art gallery yesterday. I pass it walking every day, and have been a bit curious since it opened, but never
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Dear Mothership, What are my pronouns? I am flattered by the need to refer to me at all, and I am not particularly fussed. For my own preference, I feel genderless, alien-like. I think a mix of neurodivergences meant I did not strongly ‘identify’ with gender. I often perform femininity,
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Dear Seeker, Autumn is upon us, and I do not think the shedding trees are minimalists. They are messy, they are surviving, they are observing their own needs and the world in the diminishing light, they are transitioning and preparing accordingly. I am no Minimalist, not anymore. I have noticed,
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Dear Seeker, Are you well? Are you growing older? May is my birth month, and I have quite a few friends who level up around then too, but right now it is February. Who knows when you are reading this— perhaps it is your birthday. So happy birthday! Often I
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Edit: This post is from 2019, when I still believed times were bad with my ex because I wasn’t good enough. It took years of abuse, of ‘good behavior’, before I realized, and before I was able to escape. I leave the post below as a time capsule for