Overview for me

The hairs of winter have returned cracking the ice in the pond and biting into the cheek of the unsuspecting stubbly faces of these parts, sometimes even ripping the sanity from the walls of our little and big houses. At negative two degrees, the lady in the moon is clearer than ever seeing as all moisture has been sucked into the same vacuum that the thick summer is curled into. 

The burning piles of old trees, the perfect and glistening trusses left over from building projects, hay bale thrones, the raspberry wine vinegar of hermetic makers of old. What makes you think, helps you to pick up your fingers and whisper to the lengths of flax or the the wet stone and blade? What helps you to hear the Kamis (Japanese spirit of each object, living and breathing and changing)? Here I'll share that, and whatever the hell else comes to me. Sound clips, graphs of photos, drawings, pictures of drawings, drawings of pictures, tidbits from here and there, the wisdom of a little village tucked in the dumping grounds of big ag and memories of plush prairie and woods of hickory, Oak, Locust, fox, owls, mice, wild turkey, deer, mammoths, some of the oldest spear points around, the age-old cattail colonies, and so much more. I do this for no reason and all reasons of course. There is no point and when I finally get to the point of no point that is liberation and liberation is the whipped open door to the buzzing of molecules, living breathing sound, living breathing solid sound. 

It's about shelter, and shelter is about home. Or rather home necessitates shelter, because home is nurture and shelter is nurture. It is a human right to be aloud, able, willing and capable of building shelter. So with little traditional building experience except for some invaluable timber framing moments, cob house building, strawbale construction and random carpentry forays, I set out to learn shelter again. A nest if you will, filled with simple treasures and the hope of village. 

Nomadism

Shelter

cattail insulation

handmade

complexity versus simplicity

Inspirations

Terunobu Fujimori

the wild in the domesticated- Ripped out throat of a muskrat is encouraging. Fresh blood and sweet gland smells at the edge of town, frozen and left by a mysterious bringer of chaos. 

People

who and what influences?

paul poole, duncan, dave, cafe paradiso, seventh grade english teachers

Shepherding the people

Music

Tim Britton, Irish Music, the Bard history, bringing it back into the home. Music for life, moving music, music in the streets, old bulgarian bagpipes, uillean pipes and their history 

Fire

the loss of the village heart through the loss of a breathing fire in the heart