Was worried that I’d be staring down another rained-out day of zilch, but managed to finish the Pondio table. With the exception of two boards, the entire thing is made out of the pergola my grandfather and I built (and that K and I were married under) that I took down to make way for Pondio. The original paint and stain and gunk remains on the inside of the piece. Pleased with how it turned out.
If you've followed my work or internet brain for any period of time at all, you've no doubt learned that I call that hellish interregnum between the conclusion of a project and the start of another The Void (and yes, The The, as in The Morkie, is capitalized); this, The Void, being where I happen to be at the moment. So, thanks to a chat with the inimitable Kay Sohini (follow her work with abandon; it's brilliant) about our respective navigations of The Void, I found a way to cook a creature I scribbled into this little zine about what, exactly, The Void is. You can read it here (or by clicking through the cover above); if you'd like a physical copy, hit me up.
While I’d prefer to stick a fork in the eye of whoever came up with April Fool’s Day, Konami’s SILENT HILL 2 James body pillow might earn the day a reprieve. Especially because it seems to be real.
Ever wanted to sit in silence, reflect on your life decisions, and hug James Sunderland while doing it? Now you can.
Yes, this is real. Yes, you can pre-order it. No, we’re not going to explain ourselves.
But you only have 7 days. After that, it disappears into the fog like all your unresolved feelings.
I made a table yesterday for the Pondio but didn’t get it finished thanks to my stupid little propane burner fritzing out (safety features grr) and my stupid little weary exhausted brain which didn’t see fit to move it into The Shed before the rain and accompanying tornado warnings hit so it’s completely soaked and delayed while it dries out in The Shed.
While I was waiting on that to dry, I got around to putting my first little zine in ages into Affinity Publisher and moving the pages around and making it fit. Once I wrangle my brain into working on a computer again, I should be able to put it into the world.
And, after The Greeter, I’m devoid of metalwork projects – though one of K’s colleagues did supply me with a milk crate brimming with scrap metal fun…
