Chrilz
  • Cruel Summer
  • threads
  • POST-MODERN
  • MORE
    • Another—narcissistic, neurotic narcotic
    • the last five years
    • Undying Youth
    • No Terms and Conditions
    • The place where the lights don't go out
    • The Currency of You
    • Parameters
    • Look At Me
    • More
  • About
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Shhh…look closely. What do you see? 
What more sits calmly, awaiting discovery? 
Gently tugging on strings in your heart. 

Do you catch it, before it fades? Does it remain long enough? 
These moments—they flee quickly, but their imprint abides.
They’re fixed within the wallpaper; they nestle within the cabinetry. 

No nearer, nor farther. Moving always towards the end. 
The in between—these gifts. They glisten like pearls with simplicity. 
They hold us, in their illumination. And they escape us upon seeing. 

Without sound, without pretense. Life is forged upon threads. 
With care, the glints surface. Yet more easily do they fade. 
Pay attention—what do you see? The beauty is here, within the daily. 
The meaning too, within the meek. 
And the extraordinary, within the ordinary. 


3The following 10 new pieces are now on view at Apple Blossom Gifts in a special installation-style exhibition
1332 Michigan Avenue, Marysville, MI 48040
Monday through Friday, 10AM to 5PM | Saturday 10AM to 3PM

February 23 through February 28
Special Evening Viewing Period: Thursday, February 26 | 6PM to 8PM

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All works are done in colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper
Visit Apple Blossom Gifts or contact Chrilz to purchase

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No. 21, after 9
2025 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 5 inches x 3 inches | $90

It’s always quiet after 9. When the streetlights awaken, and the houselights drift to sleep. Be home, before dark!—she’d say. Yet a few moments after never seemed to bother. There’s a chill, but it’s slight. And barely noticed anyway. Upon the sidewalk, my footsteps. To mingle with the soft breeze. It’s always simple, within these hours. When the air becomes a dream.

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No. 22, her shoulder
2025 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 3 inches x 4 inches | $95

See you soon, baby. I’ll keep it warm. Around 10? I’ll be up. And I like it a little bitter anyway. Your kitchen table, our nighttime bond, and a clock on the stove we would barely notice. There, there, start again. No need to rush. She tops off the mug—I’ve got all night. It’s tough, sweetie, I know. But you’re tougher. Call again soon, we’ll get through this. I’m not going anywhere.

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No. 23, play date
2025 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 3 inches x 5 inches | $90

He’s watching, from the swings. While they play with abandon. Can’t catch me! Daddy’s here. And now he’s rolling with them in the grass. Ow, something bit me! Hold on, let’s take a look. You rolled on a stick, but no need to worry. His tickles are the perfect cure. The chase goes on! He shouts, while running as fast as he could. Unabated, and assured.

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No. 24, in a blur
2025 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 6 inches x 3 inches | $95

A brush, it’s his shoulder. I’m sorry—no, that’s okay. It’s cramped. Yet knowing, you’re beside me. From the call, to the station. Moving as fast as we could. We’re almost there, take a deep breath. A squeeze, he grabs my hand. I love you, like a whisper. Like we pass each moment, together.

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No. 25, hanging out
2025 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 5 inches x 5 inches | $110

We met in the snowy evening. You were waiting, I was cold. Hi, thanks for having me. Do you want a blanket? There’s this show you love, and we sit down to watch. I don’t know, the humor’s weird. But I’ll grow to love it eventually. It was snowing, mid-November, with each moment passing slow. That’s okay, let’s play a game! And I was glad you invited me here.

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No. 26, doll
2026 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 5 inches x 4 inches | Sold

You should hear it, when she sings. Just like mom—and those eyes, too. While she’s dancing, then she twirls. I want to play a game! Will you play with me? That hair, it shimmers. I’m coming, sweetie! Her and I, to skip down the sidewalk. As the spring falls away round about us. 

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No. 27, the house
2026 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 3 inches x 6 inches | $100

Back here again, but without you. After months, and then years. Though we knew—and it came. Like the world falling away around me. The mail’s still left right where you’d stack it. You return strongest while I sort through all those clothes. It was a house today. I’m sure it will remain one tomorrow. We’ll see you again—I know. But in the meantime, it’s only a house. Because when you left, you took the home. 

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No. 28, mom's hug
2026 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 4 inches x 5 inches | $110

That perfume—it warms me. One hug becomes many over a long afternoon. The scent hangs, you return alongside it, each time and every moment. And your voice. Come back soon, it’s always good to see you! You insist, like I was one of your own. And your comfort is a nap I take while waking.

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No. 29, remembering
2026 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 5 inches x 3 inches | $90

Saturday evening through the rain. With the lights all smeared, and the buildings twinkling. I’m going to the city. Just to pick up a few things. On a cold evening, in a car that warms me. It moves backwards, while old things become new. While the world passes, in a February drive.

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No. 30, far away
2026 | Colored pencil and graphite on smooth Bristol paper | 5 inches x 5 inches | $100

I got your message today. It’s never late—don’t apologize. Over clouds, across oceans. I’ve missed you, buddy! We’re miles apart in different worlds. How do you say that, and what is it called? Even your sidewalks look different than ours! Like a brother, or another sis. You should be asleep, it’s too late there. You’re not fooling me! Each day becomes new—learning places, words, and one another. Text me anytime, we’ll always talk soon.


No. 1 through No. 20
Piece Statements

Copyright Chrilz 2026

  • Cruel Summer
  • threads
  • POST-MODERN
  • MORE
    • Another—narcissistic, neurotic narcotic
    • the last five years
    • Undying Youth
    • No Terms and Conditions
    • The place where the lights don't go out
    • The Currency of You
    • Parameters
    • Look At Me
    • More
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