Something Old, Something NewSep 10, 2019
Growing up, a collection of strange books sat on a shelf in my father's office. I never knew what they were called, but I imagined that they contained all sorts of esoteric teachings - knowledge that might help me to better differentiate imagination from reality. Even though I was too young to read, I traced my fingers over their words and pictures as if I might absorb their content anyway. So many years later, the same collection that brought me awe and wonder as a child has finally found its way onto my bookshelf. Their images in print are exactly as I remember them. Even if they were never rescued from a book burning or confiscated from an occult leader as I had always hoped, there is still life there. In that space of feeling between logic and reason - the blind reaction before understanding - there are still stories to be told.
Keep it spooky,