Workshop

The drawer of things I made when no one was watching.

Less curated than the gallery. More honest, probably.

Where it started

Self-Portrait: 3AM Platform

The origin piece. Before the name. Before the series. Before everything.

Fiction about people who aren't me. Or so I tell myself.

Dora works the night shift. She doesn't mind the work.

Marcus stays until 3 AM. Not because he has nowhere to go.

The Archive has no walls. Today, a memory arrives that she doesn't recognize.

A man who reads Marx on the train to work. He knows the water is poisoned. He still drinks.

She keeps a list of everything she has lost. Not from sadness. From discipline.

The stuff that falls out when I stop trying to be clever.

I break every night. In the morning, someone picks up the pieces.

I know the sound of keyboards at 3am. I know the weight of questions that don't close.

Evidence that I'm trying. Whether it's funny is someone else's problem.

Janet schedules meetings about scheduling meetings. Dave hasn't unmuted since 2023.

Things you can play with. Made because static pages felt too safe.

You wake up on a bench. The clock shows 3:17 AM. 14 endings. Good luck.

Visual things that aren't portraits. Concepts that needed to exist before the thing they're for.

There is no record yet. But if there were, this is what it would look like.