It’s a novel. With pictures.

And still in progress. I’m posting a chapter a week (more-or-less), so check back for updates.

This project was inspired by everyone. Starting from Michelle Milne and Mary Beechy, then Douglas Hofstadter, CocoRosie, John Lennon, Lewis Carrol, Albert Camus, the Dirt Circle Dogs and so on down the line to Shel Silverstien and A.A. Milne.

I’m a graphic designer, web developer, writer, experimental theatre artist, musician &c. A multi-media artist. Because two mediums are better than one. Because I’m bored.

Art is associative (and so am I). Contrast of this and that. That and also this. Each alone is something. Together they are more. Dada knows best. Everything has been said and also painted and viewed and posted and tasted and eaten. Only together is new. Try it. One word is only a word. Two words is the start of a story. Any two words. Any story. This is a novel of words and phrases and images that I put together. I stole them from everyone. You can steel them from me. They start here and go over there ––->. Because they have nowhere else to go. The rules are left to right and top to bottom. Sometimes the rules are broken. That’s life.

Sometimes I meant it and sometimes I was only kidding. That is also life.

The point is: we can share it. Can we? Let’s do.

As with everything I do the question is in the work. It has to be or I’m bored already just thinking of it. I’m not even thinking of it I’m on to something else. Why did we fall in love? What happens when the sky changes color? Where have all the flowers gone? Why is this song in my head? What is one to do besides move along? Is there, after all, nothing to see here? The shadows are moving. That’s life.

This is a war cry against stories of fate and eternal love. I’m looking at you classics. Fidelity is not a word when the world is broken. Where are we? Do something. Do something. Do something. The classics are dead, long live the classics. Death did us part. Amen.

This is for us. Leave me notes. Leave me thistles and epistles. React. We can take this outside. I love you.