07/08/2026
For the fabric designers, the makers, the dreamers—
I’ve been quiet for a while.
But that silence? It was never empty.
I’ve been praying. Meditating. Fasting. Building.
Reconnecting to the fire that made me pick up tools in the first place.
And now—I’m back.
I’m officially reopening my practice. Custom bags, made by my hands, in my spare time—but make no mistake, there’s nothing spare about the heart I pour into them.
For me, creating isn’t just work. It’s a spiritual act.
Every stitch, every cut, every finish—it’s a prayer. A ritual. A piece of my soul shaped into something useful, something weird, something mine.
I don’t make things to blend in.
I make things that stop you mid-stride. That make you look twice and ask, “Who made that?”
And yeah—I love building heavy. Wood. Metal. Things on wheels. Things that move. Things that feel alive.
Which brings me to this piece I’m sharing today:
A wooden mobile net greenhouse—with a roof, with doors, with possibility pouring out of every joint.
It’s weird. It’s wonderful. And it’s for sale.
I’m going to put it right on my second-story rooftop with a for sale sign—because I want the world to see. Not just the piece, but me. My style. My strange, beautiful, unapologetic vision.
Because here’s what I know:
Weird draws the eye.
Soul keeps it there.
I’m not trying to be normal.
I’m trying to be unforgettable.
And if that speaks to you—stay tuned. Orders are coming soon.
Let’s make something strange together.
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