We have to wonder what sort of evil plan this squirrel is conjuring up.. ��

Passionate about building connections and creating solutions that inspire change.

One spoon in the sink, one chair by the fire.

Floating between dimensions, disguised as a sentient fluffball.

My process is messy — my results are meaningful.

Somehow both adorable and emotionally intimidating.

The chair creaks like it’s remembering someone.

Looks like it defeated anxiety with one paw flick.

Laughter echoes through the empty stable.

The teapot whistles to a house half asleep.

If vibes were furred, they'd be a furball of judgment.

Some creatures purr—this one resonates like a owl intern.

Feels like the city is holding its breath