Yes...Santa hasn't even dropped down our chimneys to give us presents and joy...and yes...Halloween is far gone, and farther to the next one...but inspiration beckons me. The shrill sounds coming from the mutilated muse tear apart the air, scattering my doubts like frightened mice in the shadows. I will challenge not your fear...but your very ability to look away...to breathe...to feed.
Behold...the essence of what will become my first windowblind...
