z the artist

zed, zee, z | it/they

many are the words that describe us.

some favorites are queer, half-gendered freak, tea monk, cryptid, autistic, fey, changeling, faggot, painter, magician.

if ye know no other thing, call us z, call us goblin, call us friend-shaped and full of tea.

we reside in the heartland of Turtle Island, and travel the states nearest us peddling our magic, tea and art and cards.

we are disabled, chronically ill and weary, and this informs all we can and cannot do. it makes us devastatingly fragile in some ways, and potently resilient in others.

our best and most powerful skill is the splashing of paint, the encoding of stories in images. all that z does, is to reach closer to the muses, to practice our skill at the brush, to make the legends that live in the land and bodies around us come to life.

we do not market ourselves, nor do we serve the eternal algorithmic hunger beast. we simply make, and share. if ye are seeking truth, to make connection with hands that dig in the soil, eyes that seek the divine, and feet that walk the greater Path, that is here, with us.