The more I face my own pain, the more I see yours. I know you hurt, because you exist. Do you know you hurt? Is this where, perhaps, our shared humanity can flourish? Can we meet here, to cradle each other? To grieve AND celebrate our own births, while simultaneously laughing at the ultimate tragic comedy that is life? And as we let the awe of existence crash over us, can we leave behind the cruelty we inflict on one another in the name of the pain we refuse to face?

Abstract art & imagining ourselves into a harmonious world. I recently described myself as an imagination whore and I stand by it. I would also describe myself as a functional idealist. I wanna get waaaayyy the hell away from reality when thinking about ideas, and then bring those ideas back to the present to do a big nerdy gap analysis and see what might actually be done.

The 4 horsemen of existential nirvana: Body, Brain, Heart, and Conductor. For years I've been trying to make friends with my body. I'm essentially an octopus - 'soft' or 'flexible' doesn't begin to describe it. Between a connective tissue disorder and various forms of chronic pain, I work hard to maintain a basic level of stabilization for this exceptional bag of liquid.

I've been rummaging through my soul, trying to figure out how to talk about my art. My "why" as they call it.

I don't care what the zodiac says, 2026 is the year of the Sexy Clown.

Who needs a draft when you can breed hate? Who needs tanks in the street when you’ve perfected fear as a weapon? Who needs trained tactical soldiers when you can poison people with a dystopian fiction about their own neighbours, and then send them armed to the teeth and frothing at the mouth into communities.

I spent the best part of my career obsessively uttering the phrase "Done is better than perfect" in an attempt to quell perfectionism and finish projects. It was a mantra that kept me afloat amongst what felt like never-ending demands, and it helped me separate my sense of self from my job. It was an essential guiding principle for well over a decade and I am unlearning it FAST. Turns out, in my art practice, polish and perfectionism are sacred, steady, creative forces. Fro

Your life is happening right now. This is it. You are alive and living your existence with this very breath. "Yeah, no shit Tash" you might say. But this has never been something I could tap into. For the last 6 months I've scheduled an alarm every 2hrs on certain days, to remind myself of this fact. It's been humbling and comforting to be shown EXACTLY how I'm living my life in detail. Earlier this week it went off while I was ugly crying over an upcoming show I feel totally

Somewhere out there - now and always - there is water shaping canyons, unaffected by the horrors of awareness. When you wake, when you sleep, when you worry, when you eat. Always water, rushing over rocks. I remember this every time I'm amongst mountains and find it calming (not pacifying) against the knowledge that somewhere out there, now and always, there is indescribable pain and suffering. I swiftly forget about the water the moment I re-enter 'reality' and am reminded

Originally written: Nov 7th 2023 Embracing my queerness over the last 8 years has been a profound way to rebuild how I see and experience the world, especially people. We are endlessly complicated, breathtakingly colorful, overflowing with possibility, and there's room for all of us. Describing the poetry of a person with words seems a crude tool, yet we try. I love how we're ever adding new words to try and more fully express how we exist - it's powerful and it's fun and it'