Hopelessness has launched into another monologue.

Disgust is wrapping Anger in a protective hug. Or maybe it’s a restraint.

Fear has devolved into a panic attack in the corner.

Hatred looks on, but does not act.

Curiosity is doing a handstand to see if the world makes more sense upside-down.

Hope is lost in a maze and has decided to sit and meditate.

Sadness wants to drape a blanket over everything and cuddle.

Excitement has decided to sleep until the season changes.

Joy is wondering where her playmates went.

Inspiration is tangled in a web of its own making.

Trust does a tango with Doubt. They switch off who is leading.

Love is collecting memories, conversations, and connections.

Surprise has watched every horror film in house at least three times.

Horror has let go of Surprise’s hand.

Gratitude is in the middle of a scavenger hunt, where every little thing is on the list.

Compassion has started a construction company and is looking to hire.

Peace dwells deep within, waiting for me to visit.

By trade, I am an illustrator and aspiring YA author; but all of the arts speak through me. I have taught and directed with Piven Theatre Workshop and the Elgin Fringe Fest, I facilitate art workshops at the Open Studio Project, and I spread my love of partner dancing through private lessons. Whether through art, writing, theater, dance, music, or a combination thereof, ultimately I tell stories. So it’s not surprising that 2020 inspired me to turn to art and writing as a means of processing the struggles of this pandemic year, including coming out as genderfluid. I hope that my work helps people feel heard, understood, and validated.