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POV: it’s your first day and someone asks what’s inside the Chicken Curry Puff

“uh… chicken… curry… I don’t know it’s my first day”

…and this is our best seller
#secondz #firstday #currypuff #foodhumor

Sharing my writing in hopes they can provide a window or a mirror for you. On abandoning oneself for others.

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#writing #reflection #relationship #self #integrity

Some big studio announcements are coming soon, but for now, reflecting on an incredible 2025!

From groundbreaking shows to late-night studio sessions, our space was buzzing with creativity this past year. We are endlessly grateful to the community of artists and curators who contributed their vision and talent in 2025. Here’s to even more ruckus and edgy experimentation in the year ahead!

@sapropelicpycnic
@carlponce_cubero
@rocky__duval
@mmmlloyd
@felix.0nline
@kamalasankaram
@levi.lu1
@a.j.c_e
@xwixca + @sheepnomore_
@the_dancr_next_door
@allison.parrish
@samantha_kochis
@melialmaguer
@luisa.muhr
@mirai_shinde
@chloealxandra
@stcelfer
@killaquince
@gentlemanbrawlers
@raymondpinto
@coleblu__
@amirzhanov.askar
@audreywrightviolin
@gbrme
@stefaniabecheanu_artiste
@nick_hallett
@loritalcott
@listentoleochang
@khfdance
@tanya_stolpovskaya
@eternalresearchmusic
@siennapatti
@tanitajenderes
@uracel
@abodycam
@kmustatea
@photo_by_baranova
@canigetawhitney
@itziar_barrio
@yonatanrozin
@cameliaskikos
@ikyotochan
@soapboxdarby
@bogdan.pastor
@_lo_poppy
@jonathan_colafrancesco
@paulinadoesitx
@thehybridstudio
@classicshimmy
@mingyong_art
@iamfinley
@vviota
@chris_ryanwilliams
@emoonpope

Plentifully empty.

Original photos. Some generative AI photo editing tools used to modify.
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#texas #america #usa #culture #consumerism #empty #casino #food #stuff #buy #shop #photo #photoset #interior #edit #lightroom #generativeai #real #fujfilm #fujifilm_xseries #xt30 #xt30iii

Plentifully empty.

Original photos. Some generative AI photo editing tools used to modify.
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#texas #america #usa #culture #consumerism #empty #casino #food #stuff #buy #shop #photo #photoset #interior #edit #lightroom #generativeai #real #fujfilm #fujifilm_xseries #xt30 #xt30iii

Plentifully empty.

Original photos. Some generative AI photo editing tools used to modify.
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#texas #america #usa #culture #consumerism #empty #casino #food #stuff #buy #shop #photo #photoset #interior #edit #lightroom #generativeai #real #fujfilm #fujifilm_xseries #xt30 #xt30iii

Plentifully empty.

Original photos. Some generative AI photo editing tools used to modify.
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#texas #america #usa #culture #consumerism #empty #casino #food #stuff #buy #shop #photo #photoset #interior #edit #lightroom #generativeai #real #fujfilm #fujifilm_xseries #xt30 #xt30iii

👁️🔎 Up close with Reckouakie (The Rockaways) — “place of our people,” on the ancestral land of the Lenape.

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#shortfilm #rockaways #newyork #history #beach #brooklyn #nyc #indigenous #lenape #land #cinematography #macro #iphone #iphone15pro #edit

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.

For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:

Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?

— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:

To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]

My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?

What do you do with a 2,000 sq ft space in SoHo? Come help us figure out what a “performance co-op” can be. With drinks and maybe some pop-up performances! (link in bio)

The team at EdgeCut Arts is thrilled to host our first open house at our new home and hub, Edge Space—a spacious and sleek lower level white-box studio and event space in the heart of SoHo, NYC. In the coming months, we intend to transform Edge Space into a space co-op for live performance experiments, with new programming, events, and artists-in-residence coming very soon.

In the meantime, come celebrate with us, sip on dranks, and help us dream big about community and art-making and abundance in this fraught moment.

Thursday, March 27th | Doors open: 7:30 pm - Entrance free but RSVP required (link in bio)

Life on Earth.
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#video #film #climatechange #footage #earth #mountain #nature #landscape #flying #writing #environment #climate #climateaction #lightroom #edit #mothernature #love #fiction #storytelling #dune #mars #space #travel #diary #generativeart #generativeai #strike

Grasshopper’s revelations at twilight while skipping along the outskirts of a firefly pond. Can you hear it?

#piano #music #original #improv

Portraits of a Leaf (pictured last).

#procreate #painting #leaf #art #drawing

Portraits of a Leaf (pictured last).

#procreate #painting #leaf #art #drawing

Portraits of a Leaf (pictured last).

#procreate #painting #leaf #art #drawing

Portraits of a Leaf (pictured last).

#procreate #painting #leaf #art #drawing

Portraits of a Leaf (pictured last).

#procreate #painting #leaf #art #drawing

Oh look, it’s you right now.

Isn’t it absurd—the number of realities we enter in a given minute on social media? …and the one we escape in the moment?

Audio sourced from my Instagram feed today with notable mentions to @drjillstein @wizard_bisan1
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#absurd #socialmedia #information #overload #shortfilm #reel #🍉 #iphone #technology #ai #human #short #instagram #consumption #dehumanization #misinformation #media