"God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand."

— Go to the Limits of Your Longing, by Rainer Maria Rilke

“When I was younger I thought that the fantasy of becoming invisible and the desire to become a poet stood in an antinomy. But now I can positively say that these two dreams are not contradictory at all.”

― Shuji Terayama

happy solstice

what does my algorithm tell me about myself? are there hidden truths to be found in predictive text?

in this series, only the title words have been entered manually. the rest of the piece is created using my phone's predictive text.

it's always been there, you just couldn't see it

is anybody out there?
can anybody hear me?

created in blender

you are my shiny thing.

like silver gleaming as i flew by,
i spotted you with my sharp eye.
it isn't often that one's so blessed
to find such treasure in all this mess.
yes, you are my shiny thing.

oh how my heart sang as i'd glide
over mountains, rivers and valleys wide.
with you clutched inside my beak
across the golden skies i'd streak.
yes, you are my shiny thing.

but one day as the sun was sinking
something far below was twinkling.
i opened my beak in surprise
thinking i'd found a greater prize.
yes, you were my shiny thing.

from my grip you tumbled down
into the streets of some old town.
and the twinkle that i'd thought i'd seen
was nothing more than some strange dream.
yes, you were my shiny thing.

reverting course, back i flew
across the city i searched for you.
but night had come down all too quick
the darkness settled, deep and thick.
yes, you were my shiny thing.

and though i searched for days and weeks
across the earth's great dips and peaks
all my looking was quite in vain
for i never did find you again.
yes, you were my shiny thing.

i'll brood forever over my mistake
which haunts me with a steady ache.
in my yearning for something new
i lost what once was real and true.
yes, you were my shiny thing.

a cursory internet search attributes this saying variously to confucius, "native americans," old russian grandmothers, and now-retired legendary crypto traders. regardless of its origin, "he who chases two rabbits catches neither of them" truly does seem a worthy proverb to guide one's decisions in life.

this 3d object has been created using nomad sculpt and blender. enjoy! ♡


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it's in the name.

i wanted your heart;
you gave me a knife.

3d object created using nomad sculpt and blender.

proud to present my first full-fledged 3d scene, “this is where i will be waiting.” 🥹

it’s my genesis mint on zora and i want to offer it for free (you just pay gas) as a way to say thank you to everyone who has been cheering me on. if anyone is interested in an animated version of this piece, i may release it later as a 1/1 ✨

i started getting into 3d sculpting last year, but felt limited by my lack of technical understanding and knew i would have to dive a bit deeper. i recently completed a course in 3d environment design for blender, so now i have the toolkit to begin building my fantasy worlds — and i can’t wait to share them with you.