starry visions, handcrafted

Welcome to my little space for art, and inspiration and magic. It’s pretty formless right now but I hope to fill it with things I find beautiful and helpful and have crafted myself. It’s a work in progress.

Mine the earth for what it's worth, and then what? A flash in the pan town, settled by miners and evangelists. Bonnie and Clyde hide, behind thumped bibles and white pride. Chew it up and spit it out. Massacred, maybe, an Act of God? Pursuit of Sphalerite, deceiving. Pyrite- Fool's Gold. Madness abounds, stolen from the Earth. A fracture, a split, touch the center. Rivers run backwards. Build a temple on it, build a thousand, baptize your children in the waters that wash forth from the center. Miners strike gold, Baptists strike minors, strike minor chords, strike chords in minors. Heal in these waters, rich with Ruby Jack, mood disorders, ground yourself on this fissure. Lithium is the psychiatrists first order, a cesspool of heavy metals.