my thought of the day is the trees are so lush so green in early spring it heals my soul
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, "Crime and Punishment"
there is something sooo embarrassing about everything i have done and will do
every time i start a new journal or any creative project i'm like, yeah i'm gonna do it pretty and neat and in a cohesive aesthetic because i always wanted to be the neat kid with the color-coded notes at school but i'm just not. when you go through my journals you can literally always see the point where i unravel back into the scrungly forest goblin that i am and it's so funny to me
i think it’s an interesting setting for bruce springsteen songs but at the end of the day i’m glad america isn’t a real place
Fragrance Of Lost Souls
Watercolor On Black Cotton Paper
2025, 22"x 30"
White Lilacs, Syringa vulgarus var. alba