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It's getting cooler, so we're in the studio more. Before any ink gets mixed or screen gets pulled, there's this part: sorting, restocking, looking for the squeegee we're sure we put back. Today's shelf: gold spray cans, Fusion inks in black and a few blues, Elmer's spray adhesive next to the polyurethane, a couple of rocks holding things in place.

I was tired of spending 30 minutes scrolling streaming apps, rejecting everything, and then watching the same kind of documentary anyway. So I made a schedule: one film a week, picked ahead of time, from horror to samurai to art house.

Two weeks ago we watched Scream (1996), because I'd never seen it and it felt right for spooky season. Last week was Frankenstein (1931), which was so good.

Want to join us, in person or from your couch? Details and the movie calendar are at ramble.gifts/house-cinema. I'm planning and sourcing films for November and December, so if you have a favorite movie of alllllllllll time, submit it there. 🎬

This mini clay vase might be my new favorite thing I've made. I finished it with chalk underglazes a few weeks back and forgot about it until it came out of the kiln.

I kept second-guessing the size. Is it too small? What's it even for? Then I remembered I had dried flowers, and that settled it.

It fits in a small space, or in the gap between two pieces on a wall.

More of these coming. 🌿

I painted flowers this week because I couldn't paint what I was actually feeling.

A few days ago, twin earthquakes hit Venezuela, my home country. I've stayed off social media to protect my mental health, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

After several days of not touching anything creative, I sat down with my watercolors. I had no plan, only a need to get out of my head. Loose, layered ink and watercolor blooms in every color I had: coral and orange running into each other, soft pinks, that quiet kind of blue. I cut them all out by hand and just... sat with them for a while.

I don't know how to mix the color of grief, so I used coral and blush and soft orange instead. They felt like the closest thing I had to an offering for the people who were lost, and the ones still finding their footing.

Making has always been where I go when words aren't enough. My heart is with everyone affected, especially anyone still searching, waiting, or grieving. Squeeze someone you love today. 💛💙🧡

This one isn't finished, and it's my favorite stage: needle still threaded through the center, the blue stitches just starting to take shape.

I've been picking this little felt circle up and putting it down for a few sessions now. Coral blanket stitch around the edge, deep magenta petals working inward. It's slow, one stitch at a time, and I'm fine with that.

I used to think behind-the-scenes photos weren't worth sharing, that I had to wait until something was done and pretty. The more I make, the more the process feels like the point. If you're sitting on a project until you have more time, more skill, or a better setup, pick it up for 20 minutes. It can be messy and slow and nowhere near finished.