Creatively, I’ve been hiding out.
I’m figuring out what still fits and what clearly does not.
I’m grieving dead dreams and designing new ones.
I’m reconsidering my output, and even facing how I feel about monetizing my work.
I was in the mood for a new project, and I really needed to know what it’s like in a recording studio. Read More
Strawberry-covered chocolate cake, with the baker being a really cool emo kid. Scene as F.
We have close mutual friends, and yet have never hung out until now. ? (dumb)
Luckily, her sexy cakes brought us together, finally. Read More
It’s Valentine’s day, with a Hazel shade of winter.
Josh is a painter, and he admits to being a painter in text, but is hesitant to say it in person.
There is something about legit saying you’re an artist. I think it lies in the spot between self-doubt and humble. A touch of warm natured self-torture? Your guess is as good as mine.
Josh is absolutely a painter, and a really talented one. So here we go: Read More
This is my buddy Drew.