About

I make quiet, textured things out of loud materials.

Most of it started as something else.

None of it has a tidy version.

Plastic Wool is where the art, the loops, and the writing sleep in the same room — a working notebook more than a portfolio. A field recording became a flock. A rejected chorus turned into an essay. The seams stay showing on purpose.

the long version lives in the journal · the short one is an email away