A photo series discussing generational traditions and setbacks experienced on the path of a young person navigating adulthood. Realizing traumas passed on and recovering from the mistakes of a conditioned mind. BLOG | TYLER2WAVVY www.tyler2wavvy.com

This is a series I made after a toxic relationship to remind me to do everyday things to keep my mental health in good state.

Inspire me. Make me yearn to feel your words caress the depths of my mindAs your tongue caresses my covered foldsInspire me.Use your fingers to touch my frontal lobe Make me wetTouch me there, my love.Skillfully make me salivate with each flexFind the G-Spot of my mindAnd, love, oh will I love youInspire me.Penetrate my deepest thoughts and fearsWith your rod of righteousness Make me squirm in...

The cab takes me to the outskirts of town on a cold early December night. As I hand over due cash to the cabbie, I hold on to the synthetic currency for another couple of milliseconds to feel its statutorily enforced value and the plasticity of financial stability. I would have given this romantic tussle another whole second but I was at the destination which would help me make more money. Soot...

SONGS + BOUNDARIES London music artist Kayte releases her single 'Nothing Left' on November 27th, 2020. Her third single, Nothing Left features home-made samples, fierce vocals and heavy bass. Inspired by an unbalanced relationship, Kayte explores boundaries and how they can help to keep our mental health afloat. Recorded at Aaron Taylor's home studio,  who is co-producer along with Kayte, the ...

0: The Fool... The first card in the Major Arcana of tarot, he represents all of us; the core of our being as curious humans. Embarking on a journey out of spontaneity & through the lens of optimism & faith.I started a new sketchbook/journal on this passed January Full Moon (1/06/2023) Meditating on all the cards each day:Beginning this new revolution around the Sun, I'm determined to ...

 When you died it was your hands that got me.Your kidneys failed.Your hands swelled up.Those were never your hands.They were your handsBut they were never your hands.I held them tight, in the momentFor letting go. I had to learn thenTo let you go. When all you had to do to save yourselfWas sit in the chair,Don’t move,Ring your bell if you need to moveAnd we’ll help you, but with your compulsion...