just things.

a visual diary of original works.
Drawn in tandem.

Drawn in tandem.

Ethereal. Pencil. Paper.

Ethereal. Pencil. Paper.

Local Lister

Local Lister

Local Lister

Local Lister

Dear Melbourne,

Home for almost a year now, you’ve really thrown me some curve balls. I’ve lived with the mentally unsound, the deluded, and the double-standard deranged (in that order.) You’ve reiterated to me what I already knew about most people, and have increased the threshold of what one person can take (without coming completely undone) by ten to the googleplex. However, you have also allowed me to meet a small handful of truly amazing human beings, whose friendship will continue the course of a lifetime. I’ve had more fun than I ever thought possible, while having to simultaneously overcome some of the most ridiculous people-obstacles and circumstances, and this makes me even more excited for my future. I’ll be leaving you dear Melbourne on the 14th of January, sadly, but excitedly.


i’m homesick. and not for my hometown. but for a place that feels like home.