I am an Alaskan.
Though this vast state has been the catalyst for many transformations in my life, it does not mark the beginning. I was led here, somewhat hesitant, but now with over a decade spent in this adoptive home, I admit that the beauty and isolation of Alaska has irreversibly saturated my identity.
I received my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Alaska Fairbanks in 2016 with an emphasis in ceramics and drawing. I took the academic slow road that incorporated such adult themes as travel, marriage, mortgage, quarterly-life crisis and gainful employment. I wish I could claim to now be in the normal transitional state that post-baccs seem to find themselves in, but I'm starting to believe that your whole life is just a series of transitions and none of it qualifies as normal... and that's okay.
I have a passion for truth, peanut butter and deep breathing, (having lived without each of them for a time,) as well as a sincere lack of patience for arrogance, tasteless health food and reckless driving, (having always been in their presence, it seems.) I admire simplicity, but tend to overly complicate everything in pursuit of it.
I like to create. I like to obsess, though I prefer to think of it as just loving really hard. I like to hide a little bit more than I like to be found. I like to miss buses that I'm expected to take and linger in quiet spaces. I like cheese.
I partake in a few select outdoorsy Alaskan pastimes, but you'd just as soon find me curled up on the couch with an epic sci-fi novel.
Most importantly, this life and the marks made by it, (this little corner of the inter-webs included,) are all about grace. My life is simultaneously carved into and out of real grace, an element that can only be given by those who have received it, infinite and singly-sourced by the One who knows all of us, mind to marrow.