Death of the Artist

an archive of revival

Rectangular piece of old, crumpled beige paper taped at top left corner.

this is my world.
maybe you'll find pieces of yourself in it.

Night coastal town with crescent moon, northern lights, church tower, beach, and neon Babes Bar sign.
A memoir

Death of the Artist

Polar Nights

Silhouette of a person falling backward with arms and legs spread out.
Two overlapping aged, wrinkled, blank parchment papers with rough edges on a black background.
Most people heal in the quiet—I don’t.
I heal in the constant noise of creation.
And it’s costing my sanity.  
A crumpled and torn lined notebook paper sheet with holes on the left side.
and I miss you,
but I miss me more.

Journal

AN ENTRY BEFORE THE ARCHIVE OPENS

TRANSMISSIONS

MUSIC FROM THE MEMOIR

Each song shares its name with a chapter title,
offering a glimpse into how
my life sounded while it was
still unraveling.

LISTEN EVERYWHERE

LOCKED TRACKS
new music coming soon
  1. raising the frequency.
    2:08
  2. breaking point.
    3.41
  3. golden (love is but a dream).
    2.57
  4. circles.
    :31

Community

AFTER MIDNIGHT, WE GATHER

Who you'll meet at Babes Bar,
in order of appearance:

Amelia

A warm, wise Scot who’s completely unbothered by life's chaos. Always has a spliff somewhere in her purse, and never remembers what she was looking for until she finds it.

Eve O'Licious

The Saturday night drag queen of Babes Bar—live vocals, sharp comedy, and enough sass to fill the room. Fearless on stage, tender off it. Claims the sequins are costume. They're not.

Sam

The almost-always-shirtless bar owner with a bottle of Fireball he keeps hidden for friends. Left everything behind once to start over. Knows how to spot someone else doing the same.

Adam

When Eve takes her wig off, he's sober, vegan, and the best listener in the room. Shows up at the right moment—usually with an invitation to dinner.

Tom

Adam's partner. Originally from Poland, his accent carries a fragment of every place he's ever lived. Tells the truth without softening it. Somehow, it always lands exactly when it’s needed most.

KIMMY

A petite Australian always found with a wine glass in hand. Forever on the hunt for a good time, and more often than not, a good man. Though sometimes, she forgets which is which.