Apparently you can now get competing quotes for an eternal relationship. I wonder if they offer free shipping?

Large Size Dream with me in warmer grey and white beneath this dreary misery. Discover nuance in November: drab among months, unless your eyes really listen. Choose perception when driving by ditches flocked with fuzzy cat-tails and grey grass. Compare in code the colours #ccc and #ddd. Value variance within a narrow range of hinted…

Large Size Forever etched into my consciousness is a rhyme I heard as a child on a record called “Pudding and Pie”. The nursery rhyme, not unlike “Jack and Jill” or “Rockabye Baby” has its brutal, even violent moments. I don’t know how many other kids have been scarred by “Ladybird, Ladybird”, but the lyrics…

Large Size Perhaps more interesting than the question "Which way is up?" is the Paradox of the Trinity. It’s probably one of my favourite doctrines, ever! For a fresh take on how God’s character is intrinsically relational, (and an insightful take on wisdom as relationship-building) I recommend Wise Relationships, a sermon by Tim Keller. Thanks…

Large Size This is plagiarism. I stole the idea from Natalie Jeremijenko. Of course, I’m not quite approaching it from the same angle as her artists’ collective, the Bureau of Inverse Technology… for me, her work raises a slightly different set of questions Why do all maps have North at the top? What is really…

If a blind person leads a blind person, both will fall into a pit. –Jesus Large Size

"And you never would have thought in the end, How amazing it feels just to live again" –The Used

Buy Prints I’ve produced a consumer: a polylithic monster of batteries and baby birds. I gorge myself on the swirl of a fish tail, and a lingering praise riff: the stuff of life. The sum of experience sings together, and (at least for the moment) harmonizes. But within this melody a grin visceral and sinister…

Until we have a place in which to breath, live, and thrive, we are no more than dead (drifting) wood. And so to breathe life into the seahorse, whose existence facilitated reflection on empire, I had to build my own empire of sorts. One which involved the ambient light of rays filtered through the roof…