Musings

Is the innate ugliness of the darkest side of man's nature to consume with gusto the frustration and struggles of the worst moments of an experience we call ‘being human’? Is no one allowed to be human anymore, with all the shortcomings and best of intentions? Or have the post-modern monstrosities that possessed the audacity to be named art to the detriment of the expansion of mental and emotional development, damned our connections with the world and our peers? Who gains whe

In a passing thought, I find myself pondering the likelihood that sewing may well be a practice akin to meditation. Suppose one is not...

Jack-o-lantern and leaves Have you ever smelled the Halloween costumes and décor shops? The staleness that wafts off polyurethane masks...

Inspiration of MES from the atelier: Creations and pieces of art all have inspiration, in my humble opinion. I used to think art was...