Meredith

dan 🧚🏼

ryan 🌸

becoming a dominatrix.

always have been a dominatrix.

photographs by brian spies ✨

sneak peek

my art is getting less and less electronic and more and more physical. this is a photo i took last week that i developed and printed recently. it feels so special to me, and i wish you could all see it in person.

when i took this photo it felt like i was acting in a play, and the play felt alive and real.

i’ll be having more shows / fundraisers for Swift Waters Collective in the coming months and would love to see some of you there and seeing my photos in person that ...

jump down naked ; i’ve already died

make it bloom

writers retreat / artists residency i am hosting this winter!

my friend amy and i are hosting an experimental community house this winter with focus on connection and creation! would love to see some of you there this winter 💕

from a modeling job last week

the first two images are half hour long poses, and then a 15 minute and 20 minute pose

sacred moments on a sacred bed

some BTS in LA

movie screenshots

all of my focus is on movies these days. excited for what is to come…

Trevor

Rich

you are loved

here i go again

i was asked to read some poetry at an event this upcoming weekend. and looking back through some things i have written; i hate and disagree with almost everything i have ever wrote or thought.

so where does one go from here?

i don't want any of it. i don't want to be anything or say anything other than what i feel in a moment. i want to be able to live my life just being. just breathing. just wandering the earth loving whoever i come into contact with that day.

that is al...

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yet again by swift waters.

Jordan in The Dress

Marianne in The Dress

fall again and again and again

losing touch with

what you call reality

almost

“it’s so beautiful, it almost makes you want to believe in god”

said a friend when we were on the top of this mountain right before i took this photo.

and sometime between then and now, i started believing again.

words silence what it really is. call her life, call her god, call her earth, call her me. but sometime between then and now i received something different. different than any words could ever put, though i believe my words from the past ...

sometimes i don’t recognize myself at all

in a photo, in a voice memo, in written or spoken word… that’s me? that was then?

but it’s not me. that’s why i don’t recognize myself. that was someone at some point in time, but the only me is the me of right now. everything else was just some sliver of time captured to tell the truth about an existence of then.

i only ever exist now.

she’s back

a part of it all

closing, to open.

materialize or let the ashes fly

can you reach with me?

“you’d like me better in your head”

parker ✨

and the forget me nots