Only Real Springheads Know About Tipping Their Face Up To The Sun And Enjoying A Gentle Breeze And Birdsong

mitch epstein, tree of life (2017)

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

On today’s episode of How it Read vs How it Played:

“Looking over in the direction of Mulder” plays more like “Scully’s eyes linger, wantingly on Mulder”.

“Look’s to Scully” plays more like “With brazen measure, Mulder commits the sight of naked-Scully to his eidetic memory. Laughing in the face is propriety, he steals a second glance, ensuring a peek at her perfect backside”.

Glaze inspo ceramics

I can see you trying to undo what you did

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.”

— Joshua Graham

I took it too far like I always do

i can never talk to you about it but it's not really my fault (2025)

[acrylic, ink, and crayon on canvas]