I’m confused.

In a tingling way. In a delightful 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.

It stems from fusion.

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