Every day since the warehouse I have found myself in a different world. There is a pace to life that differs when unencumbered by the hours and whims of others. It is neither good nor bad. Simply, it is different. Time feels different and takes on dimensions which in the course of time alter the… Continue reading Altering Time
Places become the canvas for memory. Of course art describes this. Labors to reveal to all that places and memories are not simply ephemeral things which can be treated as fantasy and fancy. Art is that blessed purgatory wherein all that has not or perhaps cannot be weighed and proved in one lifetime still becomes… Continue reading Entangling Memory and Place
I have always been more of a dreamer than a worker in the sense that I am never bored if there is nothing actively happening. This is where my mind becomes excited and I can open my eyes to the world around me. I do work hard and when I am at work if there… Continue reading A Life Behind the Warehouse
Sidgwick Black 