Might of blown my water pump hucking up this hill with Jackie but we came strapped with extra coolant and unfortunately, no salmon. Sorry, Jackie. Less canned tuna dinners in the future, I promise 😂
Summers always been a pretty meth-y season to me. The first warm sunny day and all those who lurk in the shadows feel as if they’ve almost been aggravated by assault (the sun) and the heat swells our heads. We wait all year for summers in Orego
Sleepy summer forgotten flicks from easily the longest summer of my life. Earlier this summer, I told someone I felt guilty for all the free time I had this summer. It reminded me of the summer I got off two years ago when I was recovering from brain
Summer flicks from the last month or so 💌 Ready for the sleepy tail end of summer full of quiet camping, preparing for fall and more knitting :’-)
A month of being home after escaping the desert. Revisiting trauma is tricky especially when it’s so near but I tried to on my Substack. Is anything as bad as we ever think it is? Probably, not. Feeling very burnt out since I got home and this

I am a senior designer, art director, and artist from Portland, Oregon with a love for solving problems with design strategy, art concepting, thoughtful craft, and community & human relations. In my spare time I like to knit sweaters, shoot film, camp in remote places with no one around, and hang with my Dog, Dune.

Currently, I am doing design and art direction things at Special Group in LA but I am always open to making new friends☺

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