"Stay angry, little Meg," Mrs. Whatsit whispered. "You will need all your anger now.”

back in the studio working on this piece and it’s finally coming together in a way that gives me excitable energy. exploring new routes and dimensions, but also managing the voice in my head who likes to tell me it’s not good enough- art is always brave isn’t it? i’m gonna lean into that narrative.✨

meg here. not for the faint of heart or anyone without a sense of humor. i like a lot of things, especially painting dicks as precious creatures.