Signs. They tell us where to go. What to do. Where to avoid.
We interpret signs in ways we need, ways we want, ways we hope will guide us home. I like to ride my bike and look at signs. I imagine them telling me secrets. I tell them mine.
So I drew some signs. I mapped out my cartography of coping. And I found some old maps in the public domain, of places where I’ve been trying to find my way, and I put them together. And now I have a little book. A zine, if you will. And I invite you to check it out. Thanks for being here! <3