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DREAM
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Dreams, Noise, and Silence
Some nights the mirror feels like an enemy. My face looks wrong. My hair won’t listen. My body doesn’t belong to me. And the weight of it all folds into the same conclusion I hate myself. I care too much about things that shouldn’t matter. Numbers. Attention. Who stayed, who didn’t. I convince myself I’ll … Continue reading Dreams, Noise, and Silence
When Dreams Stay Dreams
There is a moment that sneaks up on you. The moment you realize your dreams are just that, dreams. They are not going to come true, at least not in the way you pictured. It is not loud, not some dramatic crash. It is quieter, slower. Like standing still while the world tilts, and suddenly … Continue reading When Dreams Stay Dreams
Still Imagery, Lost Observations
I go by a few names. Not for mystery’s sake, but because each one holds a different version of me. JC the Kid is the part of me that remembers— late-night drives, quiet moments, conversations I never finished. That name lives where nostalgia and curiosity collide. It’s the voice behind the lens. The one still … Continue reading Still Imagery, Lost Observations
Lost. Art. Scripts.
There’s a pile of ideas in my head, and none of them know how to swim. They’re just floating there—half-finished scripts, scribbled lyrics, scenes I can’t stop replaying. Some loud, some quiet. All of them waiting. I keep telling myself I’ll get to them. When life slows down. When I feel better. When the timing … Continue reading Lost. Art. Scripts.
I Just Want to Be Great
I just want to be great at something. And for people to notice. But I don’t want to chase it. I don’t want to play the game. I don’t want to shout over the noise just to be seen. I want to take images that feel like me—soft, quiet, a little heavy. And I want … Continue reading I Just Want to Be Great
The Distance Between the Artist I Am and the Artist I Want to Be
Some days I feel like I’m chasing a version of myself I’ll never catch. The artist I imagine in my head is smarter, faster, more creative. They know what they’re doing. They make things that matter. They don’t second-guess every move. But I do. I hesitate. I doubt. I look at my work and wonder … Continue reading The Distance Between the Artist I Am and the Artist I Want to Be
She Sees Everything
She watches it all—silent, unshaken. A reflection of something real, or just a memory staring back? I found this mural on a quiet evening, the kind of evening where the sky holds onto the last bit of light just long enough to make you stop and take it in. The Mona Lisa stares through those … Continue reading She Sees Everything
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