I am a maker...
i love to make things. all kinds.
art things. light things. things for change and things for play. things for thinking and things for doing. things that feel good and things that feel bad.
i got an anniversary gift right before my marriage fell apart. i always liked the way the signs were spelled backwards in the hundred acre wood. Now i have a ‘ten cup’.
sometimes though, i forget little details while i make things. then i have to improvise.
right now, there is half of a poem on my desk about losing my way. it goes with a sign i made.
i’m supposed to post that poem, and then link it back to my website. but i procrastinate about my supposed to’s.
sometimes i think really hard and then make up rules for myself.
they can be healthy rules. sometimes they are unhealthy rules. i never know which kind until after i try.
sometimes i watch tv and it helps me stop thinking. it usually doesn’t last too long. recently it reminded me that i like to play when i make food.
sometimes i make things to remind me not to put my foot in my mouth.
and sometimes i remember the places i used to sleep, and then i make my bed.
Many of the photographed pieces from this article have been featured in past issues of the Liminal.
I also make things, I made a zombie meatloaf 😂