About Me

In 2021 I went into a coma. Woke up brain first, body later. Locked in. Couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't even let anyone know I was still in there. Took months before I could type on my own. That need to get out, to make something, to exist - it stuck with me, often messily. It shows up in everything I do now.

I'm Mvskoke on both sides. Mom and dad. It's a quiet part of me but it's always there. Stories that circle back. Respect for what's unseen. Land and memory holding each other. I try not to make a big deal of it since I can only be who I am.

I create with whatever scraps I can grab. Ten minutes some days. A few hours at 3 a.m. when everything's quiet. Phone sketches, voice notes, AI to bounce ideas off of, digital stuff when my hands cooperate. I can't afford to wait for the good days so I try to make the bad days count too.

My disabilities are still here. Chronic fatigue that knocks me flat. A brain that skips and stutters. A body that forgets the basics. I'm not trying to overcome it or fix it. I'm working with what I've got, and I'm doing my best.

This site is what I needed. A place for the foggy stuff, the unfinished pieces, the people who keep making even when it's hard. Art, music, poetry, tools, prompts. None of it's perfect. It's honest. It's mine.

If you're here, thanks for sitting with any of it. You didn't have to, but you did.