I recently bought a typewriter. I love it. It’s from 1963, an Olympia Monica de Luxe, and comes in a...
Another gap; of Imbolc and pink skies and fiery horses. February has been muddy. Each day the minutes before sunset...
To distract from the no-leaves, no-sun, no-daylight problems of January, I’ve spent this month delving into Ancient Greek colour theory....
Why does it matter to be muddy, soaked in something moving, physical, dirt filled? Ceramics mark an interaction with a...