We work in the dark. 
We do what we can.
We give what we have.
Our doubt is our passion.
Our passion is our task.
The rest is the madness of art.


Henry James

Follow on Bloglovin

follow on bloglovin'


"A complicated, romantic thing involving paper scraps, stringed instruments and phases of the moon"


« Perfect silence is all around | Main | [recent rolls] White Light »

[Collage] Mountains windward, a hardy stature.

An extracted excerpt

collage on paper


More focus on progress than perfection, on possibilities than on problems