general discontent

I'm suffering from general discontent right now. My condition probably stems from something like cabin fever and from working in the service industry.

It's been a long and difficult eight months: no work to show. My brain is adapting to this artless lifestyle, slow and sad. I feel like I'm becoming desensitized to the stimulus which was gripping, alarming, inspiring. Visual images are not signifiers but are becoming more real in this flat virtual world. I feel tricked and dumb. I'm waiting for spring and hope to quit this bout of self sorrow. The Cure, I'll just listen loudly for a day.

trip

Inkblot work

Demise of the Craft-Hobby

20-something year old's need not shy from the craft hobby. We can make things. I'm no Martha S., no Donna Dewberry, but I've felt inclined to embellish, to collect, glue, and make. I don't know what to say about specialized craft tools like the Dewberry rotary cutter. Nothing wrong with making craft possible or more efficient, but my concern is that extra costs discourage prospective crafters who might operate on a budget.

Footage of Mondriaan

dazy

lazy; roses from the garden

Cat of the House

Bobby kitty, my new cat!