Ivy League rebel, ultra-fit, overeducated artsy minx here for voltage between sovereign minds. I am selective, here for my own pleasure. Pls read all… Maybe we've glanced at each other- at your gym, or your favorite camera store, or running the paths of Central Park- A cascade of auburn curls, face from a vintage film still, the body of an olympiad. Wherever I walk in this magical city, I leave a trail of panting dogs in my wake... I'm here because, in the absence of this endeavor, there's a void I can't fill any other way. In tandem with my demanding career as a creative, I have privilege to indulge in this hobby... The plebeians just don't understand. But you might... Talk to me about modern Art, artificial intelligence, biohacking, empathy atrophy in the digital age. I am here to connect with amazing humans, indulge and learn and explore within the sacred container that is so unique to this dynamic. You've found me in a yellow wood... now let's make our own path to the bushes…