I make large format mural art. Prints will be available. $30 for 24x36 posters, $175 for gallery wrap 1.25in gessoed canvas. Original size is 39 feet by 26 feet. Maybe one day I will stain a wall with it. Have projector. Been known to deface public property.

"...I cough up my last vestige of Love. One last gem to be found by another traveller of these dunes. Maybe that Love will save them. My Love never saved me."

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"This time I will not use my will to resemble my Life. This is the time of goodbye. No one cares. If any do, they are powerless to stop my inevitable."

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" ...I have found no other travellers along my shifting path. I have found no ministers to give me bread and wine to revive me. Only an act by a power that may be can save me. I am Ruin. Watch me crumble, as you have always done. ..."

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"I am in a desert of isolation. There are only mirages. No oases. Thirst and hunger have left me. I am made of sand. One more storm will blow each grain of what I have left into the winds of limbo. ..."

I had no idea that Bluesky only allowed 300 characters, as this is my first post. I hope to fill this space with my creative antics for y'all's amusement. Never going to post in other socials ever again. This is yet another new start to yet another square one.

I miss you, my darling Alex. Love you.

...others. Grief is merely Love unrequited by loss. That is why it hurts so f*'n bad. The heart reaches for something that is just beyond a grasp. But, when you share past Joy, even though that person listening was not witness, your story will allow Love to breathe again and pass into another heart.

...detail than that as I type at this moment. Alex asked me once if after he was gone, would I forget him. I told him that it was impossible, shared with him my ideas about the afterLife and promised I never would. His Love and our Love together are now carried inside me which I can share with...

...I built a Life for us both, found others who were like me in trauma, gender and sexuality, and cared for his needs as he navigated this oft narrow minded, self absorbed and excoriatingly hateful and fearful society. But, this year, with my Grief, something has shifted. I cannot place any more...

...a beginning to the 25 years that @thecoilofsihn.com has now reached, as well as all my other artistic expressions. It was through The Coil Of Sihn that I came out as transgender to the world. I knew that the only way to give to Alex the best Life was to be my true self. Through that act...

...that his family no longer wanted on our move in day. My brother and I never had a close relationship but, that was mainly because of my masculine parent's severe abuse of both of us. This moment though...you can see plain...thing were good. Just stating that makes me cry. It was a new beginning..

...of Life's storms. Alex's body had a disease called Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. It would not be too long after this photo was taken that we would recieve that diagnosis. The other chap in this photo is my brother, Robbi, who also left this world in 2019. My brother was gifting me a couch set...

...Life. This one was taken in 2000 on the day we moved into the house where I still dwell. This is also significant because this house was purchased for us to plan world domination, bake thousands of yards of pizza, bread and cake, and to try to carve out our own small refuge from so many...