Riding the cusp between imagination and reality…
It’s been an odd week… Day after day of failing to hold on to thoughts… A week of intending to do one thing then straying off into something else, not exactly procrastination as each time the something else is something that needs to be done but my attempts at keeping my intended order of doing […]
Read More Nods and NudgesIt feels like a long time since I last wrote on here, which is an odd notion for me to be feeling given the sporadic and often erratic cycle of my scribblings. I guess it feels like a long time as I drew the image above intending to write about it, and popped it into […]
Read More Out Of HandI’m not a God botherer by nature. I much prefer to rely on my own resources… Though occasionally, The Old Gods stop by to speak to me… Today was such a day. I looked down at my waxing and smiled as my brain did a little split-screen type of thing. A dual vision of seeing […]
Read More Waxtober 7I refound this image this afternoon, I’m not sure of the exact date that I drew it other than it came in somewhere in the midst of creating images for the D.O. I rememeber wondering if it belonged with the other drawings, I pondered for a while then decided against it. It felt to come […]
Read More Teaching CrowJust before I put the D. O. to sleep, I cast a set of runes for each image… Scattered seeds for stories to be written should I ever decide to go back and unearth the bastard child… Yesterday I sat all day at my desk… I’d pulled the card for the day and jotted down […]
Read More Under Isa…This morning, my face was aching from laughter so it took me a couple of seconds to pause, stem the 2nd wave of laughing flooding in… Breathe… Ease my face out of grin into talking mode before I could answer the question put to me… “Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is just a […]
Read More House Sprites, Bending Time, and The Curator LobsterOh flippin’ ‘eck! What’s going on with WordPress? I’ve just logged in via laptop this morning to find that I’ve got to learn how to use it all over again. On an average day I’d probably be a bit more frustrated than I’m feeling now… Now, I’m feeling amused as it feels like a punchline […]
Read More Mindscape Reflections“verb (used without object), whit·tled, whit·tling. to whittle wood or the like with a knife, as in shaping something or as a mere aimless diversion:to spend an afternoon whittling. to tire oneself or another by worrying or fussing.” They say the Devil makes work for idle hands… I’d say the Norns make sure hands are never idle… […]
Read More Whittling a WaySince returning to working on the D.O. my habitat has somewhat spiralled into more chaos than usual… I’ve made a few attempts to rein it in and fake some kind of order… Or enough neatness to escape being labelled as a TV level hoarder… But it’s not easy… The house is always busy and mostly […]
Read More Tuning My StationThis image in the D.O. formed part of a trio that came through together in a single journey. Burning Beau, was accompanied by Flying Kites (most likely my next post) and Dear Heart (as met in previous post). In many ways Burning Beau felt to be a counterpart to Dear Heart. His image forged through […]
Read More Burning Beau
The pure and blessed way 