Some things are meant to disappear. Burn This Letter is a reflection on impermanence — on how candles, art, and memory all change shape as they fade.

Every medium leaves a trace. From drawing to film to ceramics to scent, each practice teaches the next how to hold light, form, and memory — nothing is ever truly left behind.

Revisiting old sketchbooks, I found the poems I wrote years ago — raw, sincere, impossible to rewrite. Bad Poem is a scent about that tension between expression and privacy, and the strange courage it takes to look back.

November slows everything down — the wax, the hours, even me. This journal entry traces how rain, rhythm, and routine shape the way I pour and think in the studio.

A hand-poured candle made to hold onto late light. Summer Forever captures that weightless warmth between day and night — an artist-made scent from my Vancouver studio about not wanting the season to end.