handcrafted & recycled

Just a normal day in the old Hairy Growler Workshop. When you don’t know where you are, who you are and why. And you look to the night sky and see the oddly family familiar luminaries and you don’t know what they are, either; but have a powerful sense that they are energetically controlling the realm. With no solid proof but a knowing that it makes more sense than anything else on offer by the establishment what else is there to do other than to keep myself busy making things that mean something to me, even if I don’t know what that actually is.