I’m lurking quietly in the tangled greenery behind your backyard fence, sorting out the fine particles of rain-dampened clay while admiring the first tender buds of a cichorium.
On these pages I’ve clumped together a selection of disjointed tinkerings that emerged during my brief stay under a big leaf of an arctium lappa.
I always try and raise the little beginnings as best I can. Sometimes the results surprise me: I jump out, hyperventilating, circling around the neighboring mole mounds in an attempt to process and contain the unleashed happiness that bursts out from my delicate pores.
But when the skies of dense velvet are clouding both of my thinking centers with their unnerving vastness of ambiguous grey: my Sunshine, come warm me up and bring home the brilliant softness of your beautiful hands!
An interview with Navel-Gazers:
https://blog.navelgazers.co.uk/2025/01/cosmeana-swamp-lantern.html
Bleak Imagery 