An empty room that exists is more powerful than a perfect room that doesn’t.
Listen for what’s in the silence.
You’re telling me who I was. What about telling me who I’m becoming?
The sky is always beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
She is very particular, and she has very strong opinions about us.
Reframe.
What forms of rest exist inside attention?
I am having a lot of FUN!
But, did I launch it?
Some days, no words come. Interesting.
You can create with rigor. You can release without panic. You can feel joy without applause.
Of course, meaning is in the mind of the beholder; I knew that.
I want to build marketing that increases exposure, discoverability, legibility, recognition, and return.
How do I handle the notion of being underestimated by most, indexed by the rest.
Pause.
What’s the relationship between “trust” and “desire”? I know there’s one but I can’t find a way to articulate it with words. Maybe there is always a relationship between any two things anyway… even words.
I’ve lived long enough to know that today’s suffering narrative might be tomorrow’s blessing—and today’s blessing might later reveal its cost.
Impatience wants harvest.
Wisdom remembers sowing.
Art lives in the interval.
Your material is strong enough that people will try to “solve it.”
That’s great!
If you keep refusing to hand them the solution, some will:
bounce
or lean in harder
That’s great?
Good solutions age. That’s okay. You can take them as proof they worked long enough to be outgrown.
Have fun with the idea of productive misalignment. Just try it.
I spiral, yes. I am finally starting to see that as a strength and that feels good.
I have always said I don’t want to be perfect. Perfection is for the final final act. And yet, the more I observe myself, the more I find myself trying to be perfect. What is that about?
Is memory a sense? A time-travelling faculty? Can I remember the future?
I desire consistency. I am intensity. I spent my whole life thinking that’s a weakness because… you know, that’s what the grown-ups told me. I am not consistent. But every now and then, I notice patterns. I always find them interesting… until I discuss them with a grown-up.
Words That Arrived can hold both stones and landslides.
I operate under the assumption that people—everyone—is rational and intelligent. I do. Really, I do. I am stubborn.
everything is information—e v e r y t h i ng—and everything is a thing
You run on a high-throughput creative metabolism: ideas arrive as a buffet, and your system processes them into form—formats, products, and worlds.
mirror and a field…
My work is always open to interpretation. It’s my desire to offer a mirror and a field with every piece—in every room.
what is dream logic
I love thinking. Don’t get me wrong—I love doing, too. But thinking? Thinking is my favorite sport. Isn’t it ridiculously fun?
There’s a very real cultural script that says: If you’re exploring instead of declaring, you must be lost.
I would love to have an audience. I really would. And still, there are things I want more. I want to discover the work, my work, with my DNA in it.
What does it cost to want?
I am gonna want. I am gonna want as much as possible, and then I am gonna want some more.
Dare to think differently. It’s scary fun.
What are you feeling? What are you feeling right now?
I feel there is a thin line between doing something brilliant and doing something dumb. Sometimes, I think that line is invisible.