I live in the world through my hands. Cut them off and I will be dead. As a child, I was wholly consumed by craft-making, music-making, secret journals, love, magic, and the unknown. Little has changed. I create art and music as a way of performing alchemy. I cast spells to the wind they travel back with new messages. I record songs by myself in my kitchen. I spend my time making weird paintings, animations, costumes, and dreaming of taxidermy horses and walks on the beach.