Essays & Letters

There’s a kind of silence that looks like absence and is actually the opposite — it’s everything happening at once, where you can’t photograph it.

Thank you for your patience. I’ve been integrating—truly sitting with the work—so I can speak from the body, not just the page.

PSA: If you are a new reader, and you would like to get the most out of this Art Project/First Book, please start with this post, read_me: How to Read My…

Artists are strange animals.

Hi, I’m Suki!

I put in 14 years in the NYC metro area, 8 years in LA, and now I’m four months into Austin.

I’m at an ill-timed stage in my life where I have to rebuild.

Let’s get something out of the way: I’m a spicy mix.

If the letter to Dad was the Super Bowl, this one’s… well, fuck, I had to stop right here to come up with the right analogy.

My very first session with Opal wasn’t some quiet, Zen-like breakthrough — it was me blurting out my greatest hits of dysfunction at auctioneer speed, while she…