Dead Disco Queen.
Romantic Rodeo Clown.
Real-life Imaginary Friend.



This is not an exercise in narcissism, but instead a form of rebirth

I emerge from hiding into a place of vulnerability.

I am discovering.

I am questioning.

I am fucking angry.

I want to be the spring during winter

giving warmth

blooming out of death

I’m interested in creating reality from fantasy, using my body as the portal.

I invite you, to interact and to come along for the ride.

Anxiously Hopeful.