I don’t usually sell my work—
it just piles up in drawers like socks with no mates.

Daily drawings, digital bits—
the quiet stuff, the honest stuff.

But rent’s loud.
Cost of living’s louder.

So here we are—
art for sale, not a clearance aisle, not a gimmick.

Because if this doesn’t shift, neither do I.
And if I stop—so do the projects that actually change things.

So yeah…
buy a piece, back a practice, keep the wheels turning.