23 October 2010

Been trying to keep it together in spite of a hectic schedule and a creative drive that pulls me in different directions all at once. I cherish the hours I spend in the attic of my parents’ century home, sitting on a milk crate, with a peach crate as a desk, and surrounded by antique china, art, and books, cobwebs, boxes, and handhewn beams. Over my head is the glassed door that opens onto the widowswalk. I don’t go up there but I welcome the sunlight it lets in. Here i am isolated from the phone, the internet, and hall … Continue reading 23 October 2010