
…while I lay down a 7/11 beat.
Said the Moondog to Treebeard.
The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett

…while I lay down a 7/11 beat.
Said the Moondog to Treebeard.

…..saved me nothing
…has no reason to sing.



….to ruin your Sunday.











…..as I agreed to enter a book binding thing of binding a text block based on a letter by Nicolas Baudin disputing Captain Cook’s findings of Terra Nullius.
I’m trying some things out as I’ve made my own cords that I want visible on the inside of the book, and parts of the outside. Not sure how I feel about them on the outside yet. Glad I’ve done a dummy run.


Not sure how I feel about the raised thread on the image.
But the shirt HERE

….the king.

…..floating feeling.

….but mine.