I never put posters on my wall growing up — too afraid to choose, too afraid to be seen.
What if I picked wrong?
What if someone..gasp…judged it?
This is me undoing that.
The Posters is a slow collage of essays — love letters to the musicians, movie characters, and cultural icons I’ve secretly admired for years. Each one is a reflection, a declaration, a piece of me I used to hide.
Now here I go, putting them on the wall. Finally.
The Posters Series
A reclamation in collage form.
Lady Gaga: The Woman Who Caught Herself
The duel. The devotion. The body that danced anyway.
Miley Cyrus.
The firestarter. The disco ball turned solar flare.
The one who gave us back the pulse.
Julianne Potter.
The writer. The runner.
The woman who almost got the guy but never lost herself.
Spider-Man.
The one in the mask knows grief, burden, and longing.
The one behind the mask still makes time to swing through the chaos for the people he loves. Maybe we’re all a little more masked than we’d like to admit.
Sloane Peterson.
The fringe. The smirk.
The Sloane who knew the next move before Ferris even did.
Paul Newman.
The stillness. The rebel in restraint.
The gentleman who never raised his voice but never lost the room.
