I had an aunt who used to store her booze in the pantry off her kitchen where she lined up her household detergents.
She was tall, lithe, and impeccably dressed and very religious and strict but would swoop into a … Read the rest
Once More Into the Breach
I have cornered the market on manhole covers and brother nostalgia who is portrayed here with a little–no, a lot– of Ocean Liner nostalgia as well. My cousin calls it “otherworldly”. Good enough. It’s the past world.
It began as … Read the rest
Letter to My Late Brother
I’ve been asked to give a seminar on digital collage to a group of college students studying design. Their semester project is a collage of their own about someone in their life who is dead but who still affects their … Read the rest