If you have just come over to this space, welcome. It’s a jumbled, scattered mess but pull up a chair and pour yourself a cup of tea.

It is almost spring. I am almost in a better mood. I am almost ready to start a new project. I am almost ready to shove my winter monsters back in their boxes in the pantry. I am not sure I can keep them there. I am still angry at the powers that shouldn’t be…

“I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.” Miranda from  Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven I feel like Dr. Eleven from Station Eleven, living a lonely life in my space station, longing to return to the life I used to know on Earth. There is…

I always wake very early. Ever since I was a child, I have greeted the day alone in a quiet house before others have opened their eyes and begun to stumble around, stirring the stillness with their snuffling and shuffling and banging. It is in these moments before the rest of the house wakes that…

I do not make monster art. Not exactly. I try to make art about the human condition so I feel I am indirectly acknowledging the presence of monsters–but I am not sure it’s enough anymore to suggest, imply, hint. I think my language has been too passive. I need to be more direct. I think…

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I am going to talk a little more about dark coping and the idea that certain types of horror films and literature help some people manage feelings of anxiety during times of uncertainty. First, I need to come clean about something. Yes, I am a dark…

The constant barrage of soapboxing on social media is exhausting. Faces facing me, wagging their fingers or wiping away tears, some whispering, some whining and several shouting are all telling me what I should think or be afraid of, or angry about or telling me with smiling faces and hands over hearts and sometimes quavering…

I was going to write a long post about my counterspell work this morning –but I didn’t/couldn’t. I have been trying to figure out how to include others in this project but it’s going to take a little time for me to get my ducks in a row. Gatherings? Mailings? Art installation? I just don’t…

Urban creek gleanings being cleaned up and sorted for counterspell assemblage work. I have a table full of treasures. Now I am gathering pretty embroidery floss and wire…

This post was edited to adjust my plans and my attitude. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday. Apologies for my grumbling. I’ll be keeping the light on in this space and spinning my nutty yarns and talking about art making and music and books and movies if you want to…