A bit of string. A bag of stones.

Inspirations, occasional project research notes and general scrap book of an easily amused artist-writer-girl-person-thingy.

Please expect to be nonsensical, incoherent and oftentimes rambling.

Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by it’s ability to climb a tree, it will spend it’s whole life believing that it is stupid.

—Albert Einstein

It’s a monkey in evening dress. Riding a goat.
Seriously, what’s not to like?

Context here

It’s a monkey in evening dress. Riding a goat.

Seriously, what’s not to like?

Context here

Sigh.

Sigh.

Bye Bye, Ronald. I’m going to miss you.
It’s partially your fault I went to art school … but that’s okay. I’m recovering nicely and still think your books are completely wicked.
xxx

(For the living, nice things are said about him here, here, here and here)

Bye Bye, Ronald. I’m going to miss you.

It’s partially your fault I went to art school … but that’s okay. I’m recovering nicely and still think your books are completely wicked.

xxx

(For the living, nice things are said about him here, here, here and here)

Exhibit: A small lump of pure, unadulterated, rather shameless Christmas nostalgia in the form of a singing, dancing, homeless muppet rabbit.
Boom.
(also Merry Christmas, guys)

Exhibit: A small lump of pure, unadulterated, rather shameless Christmas nostalgia in the form of a singing, dancing, homeless muppet rabbit.

Boom.

(also Merry Christmas, guys)