To witness is to be present—curious, mad like a March blue hares, ready to tumble down a rabbit hole with me.

This isn’t just a subscription. It’s a year-long game of hide and seek between my wild art and wondering eyes. It’s a living diary, a secret society, a pocket full of keys to doors you didn’t know you wanted to open.

Each print is a whisper, a riddle, a wink from my universe.

Some months are sugar, some are salt, some are pure blue hare magic.

Time folds strangely here—sometimes a day feels like a month, sometimes a month vanishes in a blink.

You’ll find devotion, chaos, laughter, and the odd bit of madness—all pressed into paper, waiting for you to discover.

You get the raw, the real, the unfinished—served with love and a generous dash of mischief. Sometimes I can’t help myself, and honestly, why should I lie?

You are the secret ingredient—the spell that makes the impassable possible.

You’re not just buying a print. You’re joining the heist, slipping through the looking glass with me, becoming part of the adventure to unfold.

Some prints may never see the light of day or night. Some will only be whispered to those in the know.

You hold pieces of a secret, a memory only shared with other Circle dwellers—a secret behind a door that only one of you can swing wide open—if you wish, want, or must.

Twelve months. Twelve riddles and one.

A year of vulnerability, risk, trust, and truth.

Some months you’ll open an envelope to find a riot of color, others a quiet whisper.

A year of art as a living, breathing diary—yours to witness, keep, gift, perhaps reveal.

You are free to come not to go unless you wish, but always as you please—there are no contracts, no crying babies, not holding you back. 

What you miss is lost; that’s the deal, the magic or the mischief of it—let you decide which is which.

But you’re welcome to rejoin if you miss it must, or if you must.

Collectors—my fellow travelers, patrons, mischief-makers and hares of the blue hares.

You keep my art alive and wild. You give me wings to create with honesty; in return, you receive the most intimate, immediate thought of mine.

At the heart of the Circle:

•Art is living journal

•Collectors are witnesses, co-conspirators, and keepers of secrets.

•Exchange, not a transaction

If you’ve ever wanted to tumble into an artist’s real, unfiltered la-la land—this is your chance.

Let’s see what a year of art, vulnerability, and truth can bring us.

This isn’t a transaction, but a whimsical secret society out loud—a living diary, a mad artist, a rabbit hole with your name on it.

Curious and curiouser about next year? Take my (blue ink-stained) hand, and let’s see together where the next door leads. [Step into the 2026 series here.]