I'll shove myself into an envelope and mail it to you every month.

Every month, a theme. Every month, me.

I love a lot of different artforms, so expect a good, diverse selection from below:

• 01 5×7 Print/Postcard — handmade: paint, ink, lino, collage, photo, drawing. Always included
• 02 Nervous Radio Hour — a mixtape, old and new. QR to stream or download
• 03 Dance — yes, you watch me dance. QR code to your mailbox and your inbox
• 04 Poetry — usually comes out like a grocery list or a pun salad
• 05 Stickers — stickers that dare to be placed on public surfaces
• 06 Zine — an 8-page mini graphic novel
• 07 Letter — I'll write about what the theme means to me and braindump my sometimes interesting life
• 08 Good Feelings — back a dream, get fun mail, and a middle finger to the AI slop factory

Nervous? Why so nervous?

25 years ago I was part of an early-internet mail-art community experiment called nervousness.org. It was my first experience of being part of a community of caring, creative people online. We organized mail-art projects and occasionally became actual friends. It was cool. nervous.club is my attempt to rekindle some of that community — and who knows, if this thing grows, I might try to rebuild a nervousness.org 2.0 someday.

Honestly, "nervous" is just how I operate sometimes. Making art, charging real money for it, and mailing it to you is nerve-racking. Is this a giant waste of time/money? Am I good enough? But I also know that the anxious-excited feeling you get doing something uncomfortable, or for the first time, is how you grow and improve. Trying and maybe failing is important. I am genuinely nervous about how I'm going to make this work. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Also yes.

Ten dollars. A cocktail. Some gas. A nice sandwich. Or, you know, a whole envelope of handmade art with me dancing inside it. I dare you to find this anywhere else.

Wait, what? Who the **** are you?

Age 0–25

My mom was an art teacher and she laid a strong foundation for my creative interests. In elementary school I thought I'd grow up to be a cartoonist. I finished up in Seattle at an art high school. Shortly after high school, I lost my older sister to a rare bone marrow disease and learned how fragile, short and absurd life can be. I miss her every day.

I went to college(s) and eventually developed an interest in weird-ass art. Specifically public art. I created a ridiculous degree named "Subversive, Responsible, Humorous, Non-Commissioned Public Art" and graduated, landing me with a well-paying job at the corporation for subversive, responsible, humorous, non-commissioned public arts.

Age 25–50

Out of college, I started working IT, got married, bought a house, had 2 kids, got divorced, did more IT, met Jen and her 2 kids, a pandemic, more IT, and then all of a sudden I'm 50, unemployed, and that basically catches you up.

You might be wondering why I was fired, and I am too. I was there for almost 8 years and was fired without warning, cause, discussion or severance and was told "we're not friends". That last part is the hardest for me because I devoted so much of my life to them and deserved some understanding.

So here I am. Unemployed and not wanting to test a non-compete agreement I signed. Honestly, it would be AMAZING if getting fired was the best thing to happen to me. I would love to focus on building a creative career and being able to support my family doing something I love. I have a lot of ideas and a lot of energy and I'm excited to see where this goes. Time will tell.