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This winter, while the island was quiet and the snow kept coming, I started writing.

 

Not for a rollout. Not for an album strategy. Just because the words were there.

 

The studio was full of plants. The windows iced over. Some days the only sound was meltwater dripping and a track looping while I searched for the right phrasing. I began writing almost every day. Lyrics first. Then melodies. Then layers.

 

Some mornings the songs arrived fast and clear. Other days they surfaced slowly, like something thawing beneath the surface. I let myself experiment. Hip hop next to ceremony. Softness next to power. Minimal beats. Big emotion. Truth without over-explaining.

 

At the same time, I began creating visuals in a new way. Not my reverse-glass paintings this time, but digital images that still carry my language. Still symbolic. Still painterly. Still rooted in the same frequency. Just translated into a different medium.

 

Song by song. Image by image. Video by video.

 

What surprised me most wasn’t how much I created. It was the permission.

 

Permission to speak directly.

Permission to be luminous without being loud.

Permission to tell the truth without sanding the edges down.

 

This playlist is not a finished album.

It’s not a traditional mixtape.

It’s an open channel.

 

These are the drops that came through this winter.

 

Some are polished.

Some are raw.

All of them are honest.

 

There is something vulnerable about releasing music this way. I’ve spent decades expressing myself visually through glass, botanicals, whales, roses. This is different. This is my actual voice. My breath between lines. My phrasing. My cadence.

 

And there is deep gratitude in that.

 

Gratitude that we live in a time where I can write a song in a quiet studio on Martha’s Vineyard, build a visual world around it, and send it out into the digital sky for anyone who might need it.

 

If even one person feels less alone after pressing play, it worked.

If one lyric lands.

If one image sparks something.

If one chorus reminds you who you are.

 

That’s enough.

 

This winter taught me that expression doesn’t have to wait for perfect timing. It can unfold in real time. It can evolve. It can be iterative. It can be alive.

 

So this playlist will grow.

 

As songs arrive, they’ll land here.

As visuals shift, they’ll live here.

As the season changes, the sound will change with it.

 

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for watching.

Thank you for pressing play.