A few years ago, I had a line from T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets tattooed down my leg. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read—at the still point of the turning world—which completely consumed me then (and now, still). Perhaps it was because I craved stillness. I was chasing, always. Running ... Read More
Ink Dreams
Some art I loved from an early Thursday evening spent wandering the LACMA alone—one of my favorite things to do when I'm feeling stuck (or having a mild case of the writer's blues). This time I was drawn to lines. Inky hues, too. . . . xx ... Read More
In Todo
In Todo is a biannual craft fair in Los Angeles that brings together (in toto, as a whole) BIPOC makers within the creative community. Yesterday was my first time attending (if you're in the LA area, you can still buy tickets for today) and I was overwhelmed in the best way possible: you will find ... Read More