The archive is the heart of it.

It started as a way to preserve what I couldn't afford to lose.

Memories, artifacts, and evidence

that things happened they mattered.

It turned into something worth sharing.

MEMORY ROOMS

Each one a different version of my life. Frozen at a different time.

Rave flyers, playlist, the years that didn't stay in.

Concert tickets & songs that saved me.

Classmates, notebooks, the T9 days.

The pets who shaped me. Quiet remembering.

A place for us all to feel at home.

Drawings, paintings, photographs, and things made by hand.

Spanning decades and mediums. Some finished.

Most not. That is half the fun.

This is what can happen to a grown up MySpace kid.

I guess it's my way of bringing some of that back.

Somewhere I can trust.