This is a Portal
This is a place to step into the rabbit hole of my imagination, where real life alchemizes into art through story.
What you’ll find here are fragments from a moment in time — sideways glimpses into the world I’m building.
And maybe into parts of yourself, too.
🕶️ You possess an intensity you can’t dim or control.
Mercedes just wants to know what you’re gonna do with it.
🔥 Nothing kills whimsy like “reality.”
Mercedes shows up when inspiration doesn’t – and reminds me there’s still magic inside.
🐚 You don’t know how sharp your beak is.
Sometimes we need to burn things down, strip away the untruths and dysfunction – so we can see what’s left.
🐚 Pleasure isn’t the point.
KittyAnn hasn’t realized yet that comfort can be its own cage.
🐚 Pardon me, the allewhat? (It’s kind of a moot point.)
Mercedes is irreverence embodied – and maybe my sharpest teacher.
🐚 The magic always ends eventually.
KittyAnn is desperate for permission. The problem is: from who?
🐚 The wounds you bury don’t stay buried.
KittyAnn wasn’t looking for closure – but it found her anyway.
🐚 Most of what you try doesn’t work.
It’s an invitation. Or a challenge. Depending on your mood.
🐚 The sharp edge of your truth is calling.
KittyAnn’s on the edge of something real. Maybe you are, too.
🐚 You’re allowed to want something.
Even if it’s not practical. Even if it’s not who you’ve been.