The Morning Shift
An archive of moments that registered as ordinary—until they didn’t.
An archive of moments that registered as ordinary—until they didn’t.
The sound is real. This is not catharsis.
Some forms register before they are named.
Sometimes, even a known constant has to be declared.
I’ve been paying attention to how often we split ourselves just to get through things. These works emerged from there.
Where terrain becomes temperament—a landscape embodied by the wearer.
Modernism begins when the form becomes more important than the likeness.
A familiar shape. A modern habit. A small portrait of now.
Funny how an idea can drift into your mind without any explanation at all.
A race map’s shape stays with you.
Before it became an icon, the Vitruvian figure was just geometry under stress—Leonardo trying to make math fit a real human body.
Across old Eastern philosophies, the journey is never just outward—it’s the line you draw inside yourself as you move.
Reflection
Egyptians used the Eye of Horus to measure, heal, and restore—so the symbol wasn’t mystical alone; it was applied knowledge turned into protection.
Reflection
People tend to think in straight lines, but the triskelion shows that progress often comes in three repeating arcs.
Reflection
Symbols outlast language because they travel faster than explanations—they hit you before you decide what they mean.
Reflection
The most personal truths aren’t shouted — they surface quietly, in the moments after something breaks. These shirts began as small acts of survival: private dialogues printed with quiet defiance, reminders of who we are after the noise fades.
Art
A contemporary acrylic artwork on cradled panel exploring vulnerability, compassion, and street-art symbolism—merging raw emotion with minimalist urban design.
Inspiration
Few works in art history carry the weight of lived trauma as plainly as Edvard Munch’s The Scream.
Inspiration
Pop art meets utility. BLOOM VIBRANT channels Warhol’s floral energy into visual dopamine for the kitchen — playful, ironic, and unapologetically bright.
Reflection
A sweet thing reinterpreted: part memory, part myth — stitched with appetite and irony.
Archive of Transmissions
From cocktails at dawn to rooftop spectators — the desert once turned destruction into spectacle. “The Blast Hat” revisits Las Vegas’s atomic dawn, when apocalypse was a show worth dressing for.
Archive of Transmissions
The new ghosts aren’t spirits. They’re thoughts that never finished dying — fragments of consciousness left looping after the body was erased faster than the brain could blink.
Reflection
Behind every game controller lies a study in human factors engineering — a design evolution shaped by millimeters, muscle memory, and millions of hours of use.
Series
Archive of Transmissions