04/02/2026
I was in an old space.
A place where lives have been lived for centuries
where dreams and nightmares were inevitable.
Sometimes I believe in ghosts.
The ghosts are there.
The residuals of infinite creativity left by previous artists. Their minds leaving pieces to build on for those that follow.
It sparked something in me, “a gift”, as Robin said.
A permission to face the nightmares I can’t explain.
There are the obvious ones,
the people in the night, the ones who knock.
And then there are the others.
The quieter dreams.
The ones born from my waking life
fears and insecurities without names.
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This is a part of a diptych that I will soon share.
Thank you forever to for the space to grow and breath. To be safe.
Thank you so so much to the beautiful soul modeling in my image. You captured the beauty in classic poses, you’re incredible and grace. Thank you for your patience.