
Art That Nobody Sees
On leaving art as legacy, slowing down, nominating the Keeper of the Key
Writing about my ordinary life as an artist.
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On leaving art as legacy, slowing down, nominating the Keeper of the Key

July 2026

The Ordinary Diary

A working notebook of myth hiding in ordinary things.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published i don't have many words at the moment but the ones I do have are comforting like a warm breeze against my naked skin i haven't been online much recently and i have felt my body relax in the way it does when i lie on the grass and look up at the sky breathing with the clouds chanting i am nature i am nature Text within this…

A working notebook of myth hiding in ordinary things.

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