In the quiet wild

of my imagination,

the landscape

of my mind blooms.

Letters from the secret garden

• loose threads
  Unrelated thoughts and scribbles from my notebooks lately. It’s been weeks since I’ve been trying to catch the dormouse behind the house on camera. Oddness. I want more oddness. I draw a bird because I saw one for three seconds and haven’t stopped thinking about it. …It’s made from a feeling, there are no wordsContinue reading “loose threads”
• midsummer
  Days are very slow. By midday, the heat becomes intense. Work is done in shorter stretches, windows stay closed, and the hours pass slowly. But early mornings are different. The grass is still damp from the previous evening’s watering. Birds arrive before the heat, hopping across the lawn while I drink my coffee.  Soon, they disappearContinue reading “midsummer”
• notes from the studio
  As you know, I decided to take some time off at the beginning of the year. February had different plans though. I broke my wrist, and my pause became… just healing. Before it happened, I already stepped away from work for a while, but this was different, because there was no choice anymore, and IContinue reading “notes from the studio”

It takes courage to be a rare bird.

I am part forest, part moonlight,

a spirit caught between worlds.

-nightdale