The first grotesque wore a purple robe, which clearly pushed me into monk territory. So, I leaned into it. Every monk after that wore the same purple robe. Each one stands against a bold background — green, orange, and pink. (After all, why settle for one color when you can use three?) The repetition gave the series some visual unity — like a weird, slightly disheveled, color-coded choir.

Never in my life did I imagine I’d end up married to someone in a band. Let alone the drummer. You know, the one with the most gear—the one who has to pack in and out a mountain of equipment for every… single… gig.

Matt’s band, Tretura, is competing in the KATT Battle of the Bands on August 2nd—and I’m officially that wife: the drum-fill-mentioning, ticket-selling, cymbal-appreciating type. Come cheer with us, vote in person, and help them bring the house down. It’s loud, it’s messy, and I wouldn’t trade this creative chaos for anything. 🥁🎸

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