05/15/2026
I’ve been a little quiet lately.
Part of it was grief. Part of it was needing some distance from the constant pressure to produce, share, explain, optimize, keep the momentum up. I think I just needed to get quiet long enough to hear myself again.
A few weeks ago in New York, I tracked down a photographer whose work I’ve admired for years and had this taken on a 1940s Polaroid in the middle of the street in Soho. It’s the first time in a while that I fully recognized myself.
Like, holy sh*t…
THERE she is.
We’ve missed you.
is committed to his work, his niche, his individual place in the world. And he does it fully, completely in his own way.
Full. Send.
I love people like that.
I am people like that.
People who are devoted to what they make.
People who care deeply about craft.
People who keep making things because they can’t imagine not doing it any other way.
I think somewhere along the way I drifted a little too far from that version of myself. Not creatively exactly. More spiritually maybe.
But lately I’ve been finding my way back.
Back to flowers.
Back to writing.
Back to creating from instinct instead of pressure.
Back to letting ALL the different parts of me exist in the same room.
Back to helping other people find their way too.
Weddings homogenized me a bit…and that has never been my vibe.
She’s unboxable, hunny.
And the next iteration of K. Hancock is still taking shape, but damn…sh*t is about to get goooooood.
Anyway. Just wanted to say hi again.
See you soon.