welcome to my bird's nest, a collection of the things i make and find, of the stories i carry. get cozy.
hear what you want to hear here(s):

i make sistersongs in the band, FESTIVAL
i make whimsical little movies
i contribute to collective media-making
hear the sounds i make alone.


that's a lot of arms and legs. one day perhaps it will all fit together in one place.

if you'd like to share your own hearsay and/or hyperbole, send it my way: hearsayandhyperbole at gmail dot com
xo, alexis


Proof. (headphones still look that big on me)

Proof.

(headphones still look that big on me)

When I was a kid, I wanted to be on this show more than any other dream. Thank you, Hal, for reminding me of just how freakin amazing it was.

for a thinkful sunday.

just another saturday night.

mama’s spaghetti and meatballs. mike mills. asleep in the bath tub.


Friday niiiiigghhtt!

Friday niiiiigghhtt!


that looking back over my shoulder

deep talks with dad

me: “i miss working with kids. i’ll feel better when i’m hanging out with kids again.”

dad: “yeah, well, they’re always trippin’!” (demonstrates his impression of a toddler … on acid.


Let it all hang out.

Let it all hang out.