This is a living archive.
Not a portfolio.
Not safe.
Not finished.
This is where punk shows become scripture,
petri dishes become prayer,
and dolls remember every hand that touched them.
• murals & windows
• face & body painting
• dolls & signatures
• zines & bleed-through poems
• outsider research
• clinical horror collage
• grief with glitter
• punk as survival
A doll baptized in venues.
Passed through hands.
Pierced. Signed. Possessed.
Cultured in petri dishes.
Exhibited in shows.
She remembers all of us.
Everything you touched touched back.
Nothing here is dead.
Nothing here is clean.