In a world where news of inhumanity bombards our sensibilities, where grasping for things goes so far beyond our needs, where time is squandered in busyness, it is a pleasure and a privilege to pause for a look at handiwork, to see beauty amidst utility, and to know that craft traditions begun so long ago serve us today. John Wilson
"the dissolution of writing is most extreme in the realm of the Web, where distracted readers safeguard their time and prize function over form... this debt of restlessness is owed, not to the essential nature of computer monitors, but to new behaviors engendered by the Internet, a place of searching and finding, scanning and mining. the reader, having toppled the author's seat of power during the 20th century, now ails and lags, replaced by the dominant subject of our own era: THE USER, a figure whose scant attention is our most coveted commodity." - ellen lupton (not me) . . . i make, i write, i ramble i occasionally ignore capitalization.
What I believe is not what I say I believe; what I believe is what I do. Blue Like Jazz