Land of the Shprixies.

As we plot our course into an ever-unpredictable future, we light the wood stove in the studio. Outside, a drama plays. The smell of ozone in the air suggests winter is just up there on top of the mountain, where its threat is gaining weight. Soon, it will come to the lake. Defiant armies of colour stand against the change, but watching from the windows, we see them fall under a salvo of autumn storms....

Imagining worldviews through the metaphor of colour. How do we see more with eyes that can only see so much?

Even with the drama of the winter, the quiet and the cold can be a creative refuge.

A slippery alternate history fantasy about a dairy god , the dawn of the pottery age, and a delicious future about to pop into existence.

Making pottery in the wilderness, and making the world a better place. Even for surly bears like you.