12/06/2025
I’ve been moving between projects this week, and I had a moment where I had to laugh at myself because there I was, toggling between 19th-century archives, Afrofuturist maps, and a candle that insisted on burning sideways for reasons I am choosing not to question.
This is just how my work shows up: historical, speculative, spiritual, practical—crowding into the same room like they all paid rent.
I used to think I had to separate everything to “look professional.” Absolutely not. The work is the work, and it comes through me the way it comes through me. Some days that means deep research. Some days that means following a creative thread because it won’t leave me alone. Some days it means sitting still long enough to hear what wants to be said next.
That’s the season I’m in—letting the different parts of my practice talk to one another without trying to quiet the conversation. It’s messy. It’s honest. And it’s pushing me into a new kind of clarity about the stories I’m trying to tell and the futures I’m trying to imagine.
If you want more glimpses into what I’m building, writing, and dreaming up these days, you can visit my website. The link is in the comments.
(photo by Alisa Anton)