Stravinsky’s Petrouchka: The Music at the Heart of the Hearth
When I set out to build Ink & Ember Studio, I wanted more than a brand. I envisioned a place where stories breathe, where metaphors burn, where creativity feels less like a product and more like transformation. Petrouchka embodies that spirit. It reminds me that creativity is both fragile and resilient. Puppets can come to […]
Decay
Decay How did we get here—this place where killing masquerades as an answer to dislike? Where pulling a trigger, on a screen or in the street, feels easier than meeting another person’s eyes and risking recognition of their fragile humanity? Polarization is not the disease. It is the fever, the rash, the visible symptom of […]
Escape from Tolkemit (Story)
Someone on the train struck a match and lit a cigarette. A man snatched it, stubbed it out, and pressed the blade of a stiletto behind the smoker’s ear. “Perhaps you’d like to radio the Russians to meet us in Tolkemit?” he growled. The train had no blackout shades; every lightbulb had been removed. Katie […]
What My Hands Remember
When I was a baby, my mother would put me in my crib for the night and put a blanket on top of me, one of those easily laundered blankets that back then were kind of rough and itchy. And because my mother was always cold, she would lovingly put another blanket on top of […]
Metaphor or Dandelion
You don’t need to be born speaking metaphor to learn its language.You simply have to look at the world differently. The world is always whispering. The work is learning how to listen with more than your ears. Metaphorical seeing is less about effort and more about openness—a kind of sacred noticing. The poets call it paying […]