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This is where the rules fall apart.
Wildcard is the space for everything that doesn’t belong anywhere else—collage, fragments, writing, experiments. It’s the work I make when words aren’t enough, or when I can’t say what I mean out loud.
Most of it circles the same subjects: grief and memory, silence and what grows inside it, the small ecstasies of losing and finding yourself again.
These pieces aren’t meant to explain; they’re meant to feel. They come from the same place as my design work, just stripped of clients and context—art made in the quiet, when all that’s left is honesty.
REFLECTION
Wildcard is where I stop designing for other people and start remembering why I ever began.
These are the pieces made in between—when the workday ends, when the noise dies down, when the only thing left to do is make something honest.
I think of them as messages from the quiet: evidence that grief can be generative, that silence can build its own architecture.
The horse still wanders through these worlds, memory still cuts like light through water, and every piece is another way of asking the same question—what do we build when we can’t say what we feel?