I’ve come to understand that in the quiet momentswhen hands are busy and mouths are full—something deeper is happening.
In the fragile lattice of morning light, the spider’s work stands as a monument to patience and design.
This spiderweb, soaked in dew and backlit by daybreak, could be mistaken for code—strings of logic floating midair.
We get asked a lot: “Why aren’t you on TikTok?” or “Why don’t you post more content for social media?” It’s a fair question in a time when visibility is…
The warming days of spring reveal more than thawing ground—they unveil life too quiet to announce itself.
Hidden Ecosystems The northern landscape, often perceived as a monolithic expanse of white in winter, pulses with a subtle, tenacious vitality. Mosses and lichens, those unassuming pioneers of harsh environments,…
The last snowstorm arrived quietly, as if it knew it was out of place. Spring had already begun to whisper its presence—through swollen buds, longer days, the scent of thaw in the air—but winter, stubborn and ceremonial, made one final appearance.
The logs lie quiet beneath a final whisper of snow, like forgotten verses in a poem winter never finished. Each ring in the wood tells a story of storms survived, of sap once rising, of roots deep in frozen soil.
Format not found. Cognition, once a labyrinth of synaptic murmurs, now sways to binary incantations, rewired by algorithms that dictate pathways before we can wander them. The mind, trained on…
This project emerged from a refusal to treat data as neutral or storytelling as decorative. Through a year of critical experimentation supported by the OpenAI Researcher Access Program, this work interrogates the architectures of artificial intelligence and participatory art as overlapping systems of meaning-making.