Old-Growth Gothic
Welcome to Old-Growth Gothic, a path into my written and visual creative practices. I'll be posting here regularly, focusing on writing about the darker side of things. I hope you have an enjoyable and unsettling time here.
Welcome to Old-Growth Gothic, a path into my written and visual creative practices. I'll be posting here regularly, focusing on writing about the darker side of things. I hope you have an enjoyable and unsettling time here.
At the inaugural Fire Season artist residency in Kyburz, CA this June, I led and took part in a writing exercise that involved three stages: first, reading and reflecting on an essay titled A Storm Blown From Paradise by Paul Kingsnorth. Second, a 15-minute timed stream-of-consciousness writing
Eleven years ago, I had just entered the Visual Studies MFA program at Pacific Northwest College of Art in Portland, Oregon. Having moved to the west coast from Indiana, my exposure to the broader context of Conceptual and Contemporary art in the modern age was a jarring, upsetting, and ultimately
A few years ago I wrote this poem about how my dad didn’t like mushrooms. It was perplexing and funny and a little bittersweet, and felt like a microcosm of many of our human idiosyncrasies– confronting, sometimes unexpectedly, the realization that a long-held belief, opinion, bias, or tradition
In 2024, I was invited to write something for Kohlhammer's upcoming publication Meta/Metal; Open Questions in Metal Studies, and this is the essay I sent them. Introduction It’s not a coincidence that I became a fan of black metal when I moved to the Pacific Northwest