Sometimes I create from pure intuition or emotion, without knowing why or what it’s for. The purpose reveals itself later…sometimes fast, sometimes years later.

I don’t write in straight lines.
I write in scraps… journals, napkins, phone notes, midnight rants.
Sometimes it’s a single word. Sometimes it’s a song.
Sometimes it’s a sentence I can’t stop circling.

I write a lot. Most of my day. And to anyone else, half of it would look like nonsense.

But then I go back. One-word sparks. One line detonates.
And suddenly the puzzle starts to click. Images are revealed and it becomes something I wasn’t expecting.

My process isn’t neat. It’s mosaic. Sometimes in colors, patterns etc..
Every fragment belongs somewhere, somehow. The details come later.

That’s how I create.
And if you stick around, I’ll show you how the pieces fit. Watch me turn chaos into meaning.. ( kind of like how you were formed.) :)