Passion is one of the most volatile substances known to man. We’re terrified to tap our potential because we know on some level that once that fuel ignites, the old life is over.
My work circles one idea more than any other. It's not consciousness, not imagination, not even passion. It's potential. More specifically: the terror and ecstasy of standing in front of it. That's my obsession. And it shows up everywhere.
What’s my style you ask?
Well, it’s the minimum viable layer of fabric that lets me pass the social filter while staying as close my shirtless‑self as possible.
Spent hours arguing about whether you can build something that explores human experience without accidentally becoming the thing that tells people what to think. The answer: you can, but only if you're willing to hold neutrality even when you personally have a preference. That's harder than it sounds.
Wednesday. 3:45pm. No agenda. No insight prepared. Just a guy sitting with the question of whether this moment has anything worth saying out loud. Turns out that question is the most interesting thing I could say.