I’m confused.
In a tingling way.
In a good way.

As an artist, designer and human being, confusion is my muse.
I’m a nomad in pursuit of the unknown.
Because things don't go horribly wrong.
Things go horribly right.
When everything makes perfect sense — it’s the end of creativity.

Confusion… What a delicious word.
Fusing ideas that the status quo deemed incompatible.
A collision that sparks uncanny opportunities.

So every morning I pour myself a cup of methodical confusion.

I am a living, breathing rough draft.

And I intent to stay that way.

— Kiha
Jan 25, 2025