by Mel | Mar 24, 2022 | Uncategorized
I live with a ghost. She meows at night / and in the morning. She’s waiting for me / to pass on. My guide into beyond. xo M (An experiment with a photo and typewriter. Photo by teenaged me, words mine.)
by Mel | Mar 24, 2022 | Life
I love how the quality of light changes in spring. The afternoon sun is a little higher, a little warmer. The cat fam sure loves it – there are sunbeam naps at every opportunity. It’s been a rough winter. Depression is heavy and irritating at the same...
by Mel | Nov 9, 2021 | Life
Magnus and Cinnamon are the security team ’round here. They sit on the freezer and watch the birds on the front lawn out the kitchen window, peering out through the plant forest. They only charge a few leaf chomps for the service 😄
by Mel | Oct 17, 2021 | Make
After *mumble* months in time out because I kept miscounting, this month I hauled knitter ass and finished Duwamish for mum <3 The tonal variegation of Mineville Wool Project 4/8 is lovely – while there’s some striping of colour across the rows I...
by Mel | Sep 22, 2021 | Uncategorized
The arrival of a new chair means they each need to thoroughly inspect it. (They’ve given their approval.)
by Mel | Aug 9, 2021 | Make
Oh hello! Why yes I do still exist 😁 It’s amazing how busy things can feel even when there isn’t much “happening” (thanks, pandemic). I’ve been lucky enough to have the physical and mental space to practice my art – oh my god...
by Mel | Jun 19, 2021 | Life
by Mel | Mar 6, 2021 | Life
by Mel | Mar 4, 2021 | Life
I drape myself in talismans, imagery of strength, courage, peace, and harmony. Convince myself at length that if I find the formula, the secret, I’ll be safe from the monsters in my mind, their cruelty and hate. What else can I do in the face of all my demons but hold...
by Mel | Jan 25, 2021 | Uncategorized
Miss Cinnamon sat nicely for me so I could test drive the Lomography New Petzval 80 Bokeh Control. She’s so fluff. A caveat for this shots – the sun was moving in an out of clouds so the lighting changed from moment to moment. Martin was… less still,...
