Van Kappell

cosmic artifex

cosmic artifex

Artifex: maker, artist, one who builds worlds with their bare hands. The Cosmic Artifex doesn't tend the temple—they architect it, animate it, wear it, and become it.

cosmic artifex

Artifex: maker, artist, one who builds worlds with their bare hands. The Cosmic Artifex doesn't tend the temple—they architect it, animate it, wear it, and become it.

Peevey work of art

Behind the Double Doors

“Would you like to see more?” Maybe one of the most seductive things you could say to a curious person like myself. Ushering me into the unknown, I followed.

Behind the Double Doors

“Would you like to see more?” Maybe one of the most seductive things you could say to a curious person like myself. Ushering me into the unknown, I followed.

11/22: joy whispers

11/22: joy whispers

A personal reflection on healing from trauma and dissociation. Sometimes joy returns not with trumpets, but in small moments.

11/22: joy whispers

A personal reflection on healing from trauma and dissociation. Sometimes joy returns not with trumpets, but in small moments.

A minimalist Japanese tea table at Ogata Paris, with matcha and wagashi arranged in quiet symmetry.

Unfiltered though: afternoon tea at Ogata

In a hushed room scented with cedar and time, I sat before a bowl of Sencha. Its surface trembling like a thought not yet spoken. Ogata is more than tea;...

Unfiltered though: afternoon tea at Ogata

In a hushed room scented with cedar and time, I sat before a bowl of Sencha. Its surface trembling like a thought not yet spoken. Ogata is more than tea;...

The Elyse Trouser: A Love Letter to Becoming

The Elyse Trouser: A Love Letter to Becoming

Trousers! Trousers? They’re not just pants.

The Elyse Trouser: A Love Letter to Becoming

Trousers! Trousers? They’re not just pants.

I promised myself I would write today…

I went to St. Louis to look at art and ended up looking at everything else. The vacant buildings. The ghosts of progress. The spaces where people once were. It’s...

I promised myself I would write today…

I went to St. Louis to look at art and ended up looking at everything else. The vacant buildings. The ghosts of progress. The spaces where people once were. It’s...