Woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, sitting inside a small wooden structure labeled 'The Outhouse'. She is smiling and using a vintage typewriter. The structure is made of weathered wood planks with an open door, standing on a dirt ground outdoors.

Spaces, products, poetry.

Making is not an option. Ideas come when i’m awake, dreaming and everywhere in between. I’ve never been overly concerned with whether it’s “good” because my joy matters more than someone’s opinion.