The thrill of the hunt pulls me in. I stand tall and drool at the vast landscape of pebbles and stones and shells before me. This will be fun.Continue reading
And just like that, the birds within began to sing.
I have felt ‘off’ for a while – existential unrest, stuck in a rut. I’ve felt out of touch with myself, a sort of dissonance, so to speak. I hadn’t been able to pinpoint it ’til now.Continue reading
Brian Froud was a fundamental part of my childhood. His whimsical drawings and fanciful characters filled my soul with a joy like no other, his books are magical compendiums that tap into my imagination and ignite my soul fibres. Not a single one of his fantastical drawings disinterest me, they are an exact expression of the imaginary lands in my head. Someone got me, someone understood.Continue reading
All worldly things are transitory…Continue reading