Art. Philosophy. Writing. Books made by hand.
I love the beauty in decomposition: the filigree of holes in autumn leaves, in rusting iron, the powdery smear of rust next to the inky black of charcoal, a worn wooden table, a stone mill in ruins.
What do I want to say with my art and writing?
Make something with your hands. Feel your brain fire up. Linger with hand-made objects. Give them as gifts full of life and creative expression.
Photo above by Benjamin Combs