Category: DIY

I was sitting on the floor of my tiny Maine apartment last spring, surrounded by a chaotic sea of heavy art books and half-finished digital prints, watching in slow-motion horror as my…

I was sitting on a milk crate in my cramped garage last Tuesday, staring at a pile of mismatched tools and a half-finished digital tablet stand, feeling completely defeated by the chaos….

I still remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ video store back in Maine, mesmerized by the way light danced off the metallic spines of those old VHS cases. There was…

I was sitting in my studio last Tuesday, staring at a digital landscape I had spent twelve hours perfecting, only to realize the sunset looked like a muddy mess of bruised purples…

I still remember the first time I tried working with organic textures in my studio; I was hunched over a workbench, smelling that sharp, clinical scent of epoxy, feeling completely defeated by…

I was halfway up my grandmother’s creaky attic ladder, sunlight slanting through the dusty skylight, when my fingers brushed the cool brass latch of a weather‑worn chest. The moment I lifted the…

I still remember the first time I saw a hanging chair installation – it was like stepping into a whimsical dream world. The way the chair seemed to float in mid-air, inviting…