jewel mlnarik

For as long as I can remember I've been a daydreamer. As a child, I mastered time travel as I walked home from school when the condemned barns by the grain bins bustled with travelers waiting for the train. I'd listen as townsfolk chattered, horses trotted, and school bells rang. There was life in my dying town before I was born. I'd often get lost in it.

I still spend a majority of my days dreaming: the intersection between art and technology, the spark of collaboration, supporting creative teams, endangered spaces, false memories, nostalgia for the past and the future, and a world where we realize the potential of community—without the smell of patchouli.