idle process

imagine the screech of connecting to dial up

i forgot that i’m sort of a fish… salt water is sometimes the only thing that keeps me afloat.

sitting with the contradicting move of running south to paint for six months while ICE tears families apart in the u.s. selfishly, i really needed a breather. the past few years have been a bit tumultuous for me, and frankly, i am burnt tf out.

so here we are… attempting to participate graciously in the community here, even though juss and i did not practice enough español and we definitely make plenty of faux pas.

i like to think our hearts are in the right place. some may beg to differ, which is fair.

i hope to share a bit here about our time, my painting progress, and the state of the world. i am autistic, queer, nonbinary, and stacked with white privilege. i look up to leftists far less hypocritical than i am. i speak from a place of wishing things were different and hoping this is the last push of racist, homophobic, greedy creeps before we bring forth a new world based in collective care.