HATENA.BLOG

Historically, it's always been difficult for me to cope with being invisible. Not being seen, heard, or ever chosen it seems. I don't know how many countless nights I've shed tears over being the only one ever accompanying my shadow. But honestly? I've been finding more comfort and solace in solitary as of late. It's not nearly as terrifying as I thought to be alone, and in fact I think it's probably safer this way.

As always though, I do what I do best and I alchemize any past & present pains that still linger around my cranium. Been animating and coding a lot to keep my mind and fingers busy. I am always pushing through the pain, but when will it stop?
Ugh... I hate when I ask myself that question.

Every piece that I make takes a lot out of me. Every line of code as well. Being a disabled artist is no walk in the park (no pun intended, oh my..). The appropriation of my work only sharpens why it matters so much. Why I now choose to share it on my own terms and to honor the care and attention behind every piece. This is my own personal corner, and I'm happy no one can take that from me.