Strange Light
“For the listener who listens in snow…” I’m not sure that artists really have down time. I can take a vacation from work-the-thing-that-pays-the-bills, but I can’t not be an artist. Still, I try… Continue reading
“For the listener who listens in snow…” I’m not sure that artists really have down time. I can take a vacation from work-the-thing-that-pays-the-bills, but I can’t not be an artist. Still, I try… Continue reading
I’ll tell the wind my name, and no one else. True madness takes or leaves us in the wood halfway through all our lives. My skin will be my face now… Neil Gaiman,… Continue reading
The Unnamed Unicorn Project finally has a name. Bodhairim, the Gaelic word for “I deafen” is where I landed when doing a little etymological digging for something that could encompass what I was… Continue reading