The Cost of Love, The Price of Truth

Building a Space Where Depth Still Matters

Love is possible as an act of creation and truth.

We live in a time where intimacy is transactional, originality is consumed and resold, and tenderness is often met with extraction rather than reciprocity. I know this not as theory, but through experience. I’ve felt what it costs to give openly in a culture that places value on possession above presence. This space exists because I know love, art, and truth are still possible, even in a world that seems intent on eroding them.

I am launching this publication as the beginning of a conversation about what it means to live with integrity in a world that trades on performance, what it means to create from a place that cannot be replicated, despite access to and use of performance enhancing tools. I hope this space allows for elegant clarity and potent authenticity. I hope to build a community of thinkers, lovers, artists and people who have felt the weight of the world’s extraction and still choose to create.

I will be writing regularly, some pieces will be deep essays, others will be fragmented thoughts, provocations, photos of my own artwork or reflections that resist easy categorization. Everything I share will be grounded in my truth, art and love as I know it.

Let’s build something real.

Very truly yours,

Olivia

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