About

I’ve always liked the idea of the gallery. You hang a part of yourself on a wall and step back, far enough to disappear.
Because if I stay close, if I stand beside the work, I’ll never know what they really think.
They’ll notice me, not what I made.
Even if they try to be honest, something of themselves will still stay hidden.
So I leave the room. This blog is that room. Not a gallery for praise, A space where things are allowed
to live: half-formed, contradictory, sometimes

even uncomfortable. I don’t want what I make to be “nice.” I want it

to make you stop, question, flinch. If it unsettles you, even better. That means it’s alive.
Architecture, writing, photography, film — they’re all just different ways I make a mess, try to say something I don’t know how to say, and hope it reaches somewhere

under your skin. 
If you're looking for a clean experience, go to the park. This isn't that.

And if something here touched a nerve or sparked

a thought , you can find me here:
hastiabsi@gmail.com