Everything I Make is Hindsight.I was recently asked if I knew about the act of becoming. I answered that I knew the feeling well, that the act of becoming was more of a…Jul 8Jul 8
Artist statement 2021–22I tend to look at the ground when I walk. I see pathways riddled with cracks running deep into the road. And at times, when I walk without…Mar 18, 2022Mar 18, 2022
Magpie BridgeThis is a collection of poetry I have written starting in the year 2016 (age 16) to the present day. I’ll update it periodically like a…Aug 23, 2021Aug 23, 2021
A Rabid Assumption and Possibly Flawed Discussion on the Visualization of Recorded TimeI have thought about this since I was 19 in 2019. I have written this on Sunday March 14th, 2021. It is approximately 10 pm EST and that…Mar 15, 2021Mar 15, 2021
A Very Brief Reflection on Yellow and SouthernI was born here in Georgia. My parents tell me I was clean from the jump, and as a baby I didn’t cry.Feb 25, 2021Feb 25, 2021
On A Tea Shop That’s No Longer HereThere once used to be a tea shop on Elizabeth street. It’s one of my favorite memories of Manhattan’s Chinatown, and probably my first one…Oct 12, 2020Oct 12, 2020
Putting On My FaceI am someone who does not regularly go outside. I prefer to be at home, and in some situations, maybe I can be considered a hermit. I will…Apr 17, 2020Apr 17, 2020
