Joyfully forming grand theories, talking about them with a friend, and building on them as the days go along.
I am a filmmaker, illustrator, graphic designer and copy editor.
Joyfully forming grand theories, talking about them with a friend, and building on them as the days go along.
For Clarkson, art is a vehicle for empathy and a tool to draw attention to social injustice, and this particular series focuses on the plight of murdered and missing Native American women.
Scenes of Dorset life from photographer Paul Godier.
I Hermes stand here at the crossroads by the wind beaten orchard, near the hoary grey coast; and I keep a resting place for weary men. And the cool stainless spring gushes out.
The whole story is “…strange. It’s just…strange.” And it is, but in the beautiful way that some stories are so strange they make perfect sense.
Further adventures in savory frangipane.
The point is in life, in life alone–discovering it, constantly and eternally.
Sometimes I occupy my busy brain with the exercise of thinking-of-things-that-are-punk-rock-that-aren’t-actually-punk-rock. First, of course, it is necessary to arrive at a definition from which to work. “Punk” has a long and fascinating […]
This is a cake I’ve made before with different fillings. Traditionally I believe it would have pastry cream or jam. You can pretty much put anything you like between the layers. I […]
It’s so strange to read words from an almost incomprehensible time ago, when it’s hard to imagine how people lived, and find truth in them that still resonates today. I’m not always the biggest fan of human beings in general, but sometimes in the bright round mystery of our history, we’re remarkable and beautiful and persistently true.