Hello! I’m back with another springtime installation. A creepy one just in time for Easter, if you celebrate. There’s a lot of beautiful imagery in this one, but it’s also a bit unsettling. In my work, no matter what I’m making, I find myself constantly checking for the balance of light and dark. Something so fairytale/dream come true/frothy feels inauthentic. Too far over the line with Junji Ito-isms and I’m giving myself nightmares. I hope you’re enjoying the ride; the push and pull of a creative mind at work. With that, please enjoy a new take on an old fable.

TW: eerie themes, stalking

You were made for this purpose.

Find the one who is pure of heart and take it. Bring it to me. 

This is who you are. 

It’s April and it’s too cold for my liking. There’s a bitter chill that cuts right through you, makes you want to hide under seven blankets. Here’s another Spring letter manifesting warmth. Not a scary one, but minor TW: light sensuality. Thanks again for stopping by!

Wake up. 

You’re on a riverbank, your body encrusted with sand. After dozing off in the afternoon sun, your complexion is hot to the touch. Large pillowy blisters cover your arms, legs and shoulders. Your skin will soon begin to peel.

Perhaps sunburn is a nice way to welcome in the change of seasons. Shedding your thick winter layers to make way for more kind, temperate weather.

Hello! My desire to push out these stories intensifies when the sun is shining. Also, spring tends to only last for two weeks. I would love to finish telling these stories before I’m sweating and hiding in the A/C.

Before we jump in, let me say that this one isn’t for the faint of heart, as you’re thrust into a scene of self-sacrifice. TW: mutilation, reincarnation, disturbing imagery, mortality

In my darker letters, I feel like the vibe is “shrouded in mystery and red velvet.” If you read that and think “awesome,” do read on. Otherwise, please stay tuned for lighter fare.

“My love,” I whisper, “May your next life be even more fulfilling than the last.” 

And with one quick thrust, it is done. 

Your blood pools under you and drips from the side of the table. 

You hear excited chatter but don’t know where it’s coming from. 

You are gasping for air only to force laughter from your lungs.

The time to leave your body behind is finally here. The sacrifice has begun. 

Your vision doubles, fading in and out before everything goes black. 

All is still. 

If this is your first time stopping by, welcome! I created a series of Spring-themed letters playing with fairy tales and what spring can mean. I love the season. The way the world emerges from frost and comes to life. I gave everyone the option to make it scary; this one is not. I hope you enjoy!

In the spirit of the season that flees before we can truly treasure her, here is something more tangible. Something to embody the warmth, joy and new life that is so very synonymous with Spring. 

I would prefer you read this as the sun sets. Find a place that feels serene and gives you a good view of the sky and its colors.

Ring a-round the rosie, 

A pocket full of posies.

Ashes! Ashes! 

We all fall down. 

You’ve spent the day round the maypole, spinning and twirling its ribbons.

It only arrives once a year, so you must enjoy it while you can. You danced and laughed and sang and your body is heavy with fatigue. Settle in and relax. 

First up, a letter of Beauty. TW: fear of losing out, disturbing mental images, mortality. Again, I would rather be a responsible, overly cautious blogger by letting you know what you’re getting into. Enjoy!

Bees buzz and birds chirp. Sunlight filters through the trees and the river ebbs and flows. It is a beautiful spring day. 

You sit down under a huge shady oak tree, gazing out over the world. You can’t believe nature can actually look this way. You can’t remember feeling this sense of wonder since you were a child. 

Think back to the fairytale you were told religiously: about the one who stole children at night if they hadn’t come home before dark. It scared you. It scared you so much it changed your life. You never dawdled from that point on. You’ve never stopped to smell the roses. 

And now you’re not a child and you wonder if that tale was even real. Or if it would still apply. You’ve lived your life more cautiously, more responsibly because of it. 

And what do you have to show for it now?

I wrote a series of letters about spring and I’m going to share ‘em here. I wanted to wait until May, but today it’s 54 degrees. In February.

For me, that’s as good as it gets for a herald of spring.

The themes of Beauty, Devotion, Cleanse and Rebirth were available to choose and if they wanted it to be scary. The series was fun because I wrote from different POVs that existed in the same space, but the reader might only know the story from one so far. I never had the opportunity to view all of these together, so I’m excited to see what you think.

Hello! I’m back with another letter. For you SNM fans out there, I sought inspiration from my first and favorite 1:1 that made me turn red under my mask. I wanted to dissect that delicious fizzy feeling in my head: brave, confused, excited, surprised, hopeful? If you know, you know. This has nothing to do with the show, but if you’ve ever been, I hope it conjures images of High Street and beyond.

I want to be considerate of anyone who’s reading so I’m going to be overly sensitive with trigger warnings. Please note TW: sensuality + macabre themes below.

I fear passion may be my eventual demise. Make no mistake, I refuse to give it up. But my willingness to be vulnerable, to tailor my world to only partake of the things that bring me joy...like you...could be my downfall. Am I gluttonous for wanting to live this way? 

Sleep No More in NYC closed Sunday and I’m still grappling with my feelings. The show had a profound effect on my life, from introducing me to an insane amount of creatives to getting in touch with who I am as an artist. I don’t know that I’ll fully articulate my thoughts, but I can start here.

You see a single flame in the dark. 

Reaching out for stability: a wall, a rail to grip

Maybe even a hand

You find nothing.

You are alone and 

your only choice is to follow the light. 

into the depths, into the pits of 

chaos. 

Where are you going? 

Why are you here? 

The candle flickers, more erratically the more you question the world around you. 

What is this place and what lurks in the shadows?

Your heart pounds in your ears. Hold your breath. 

Don’t let the light go out, ’tis but a gift. 

Breathe slowly. 

Trust yourself, trust this journey. 

hi there.

i’m starting up this little blog as a way to express myself, to showcase what i’m most proud of and highlight the truly cool things i’ve done. because why not, right?

i’m sure i’ll expand the net as i settle in, but for now, you’ll find short stories and poetry here. perhaps an occasional photo.

thanks for stopping by!