What do I suspect? What do I know?

I know many souls feel detached, hopeless, and alone. I suspect the world needs more pictures and fewer words now. I know that Art has answers just like folks have tales of their own. I know that love is purpose. It starts with asking how. I suspect that anything honest will invoke enemies of its… Continue reading What do I suspect? What do I know?

The Fall Call

A day decided, a season turned and it's time to go back to work. So I am hunkering down and back at it with words and thread. Sleep is erratic under the waxing moon but that's okay and I am too. If you need me, beep me. It's all underway.