May entered with a heavy finality, the thick stone doors of the Crypt of Retired Relics sealed shut, trapping the Possessed Pickle album & bundle. The howls of the Pickle still echo off the chiseled stone walls of its tomb. If you failed to clai...

April entered with a drop. I finally left the chill of Virginia’s mountains behind with April’s advent. After a brief return to the Tennessee Valley, I was off again to the Low Country and new haunts. Four new sewing patterns slipped into the Crypt....

March was a month of contradictions: heat waves, violent storms, & fog thick enough to feel like a second skin. My time at the Inn at Blackstone ended the way all hauntings do: quietly, decadently, with the sense that the walls were watching. I ...

February's chill slowly gives way to Spring's arrival; the bitter bite of snow on flesh thaws into reluctant warmth. Thoughts of packing away snow boots & thick socks begin. Soon I'll leave the once-hallowed halls of the Inn at Bl...

January arrived cold and deliberate—less a beginning than a descent. The month unfolded as a study in worn textures, quiet rituals, and the beauty of things remade. Cotton in the Underforge opened the year with softness surrounded by steel. Cotton, ...

December didn’t arrive quietly in the crypt—it unfolded in textures. What began as a seasonal shift turned into a study of contrast: warmth against grit, indulgence against restraint, ritual against rest. This month wasn’t about excess output or for...

🕸️ November in the Crypt: Three New Albums Unleashed This month, the crypt grew colder… and stranger. My November galleries walked the line between comfort and obsession—soft textures, autumn rituals, and surreal holiday offerings for those who savo...

October was a month of invocation. The veil thinned, the threads trembled, and three rituals emerged from the crypt — each one woven from a different kind of hunger. From saltwater to candlewax to glass, these albums traced the passage from flesh to...

September was a month of transitions—where summer’s warmth dimmed into autumn’s first chill, and the crypt doors creaked open to reveal new cursed creations. Between haunted soles and handspun spells, the month was filled with ritual, release, and t...

It’s been a boiling summer of record highs here in the South—and I contributed to making it 🔥. August was marked by three new digital photo albums released across my platforms. For anyone who missed them on Fanvue, here’s a quick look. All sets are ...