Submitting pieces for the group show felt waaaaay too vulnerable. I don’t know if I hate the work because it’s awful or if it’s awful because I hate it. How can you be excited about the expression of your deepest grief. Unpacking why I couldn’t make this cathartic will be truly horrendous. Well … fuck my life. Truly.

They’re like “Don’t you DARE add dried flowers” to which I’ve responded “PLEASE BE CAREFUL, FERN BUNTING CONNECTS THE PIECES!”
New Whip for this young lad.
one million mustard seeds
Omama
Bless This Mess cross stitch?