i am a sucker for nostalgia. i harbor a severe curiosity for the old, the broken and the passed-over. story, or, more often the absence of story, compels me. my interests lie in the surreal and the macabre. eros and beauty. trees and spirits. lace and rocks. poetry. attics. beaks. centaurs. sideshows. carousels. woods. the ethereal. the red shoes. van morrison. thread. books. books. books. fosse. charlie chaplin. vintage. antiques. thrift stores. wooden boxes. lady’s slipper.
my hope is for this to be a place where i can delve into what i long for. into the old and strange objects i discover. a space in which i can record what they might say.