Category: Mixed Media
It stands in the corner of our basement; from a distance, it looks like an old coat. I suspect my parents won’t notice it anyway—besides, they rarely come down here now.
In my view, Mr. Gloom is a perfect being. He never specifically demands to be fed; he never screams, never judges. He simply endures, never refusing me anything that wouldn’t be contrary to his nature.
The basement is my true home. This is where I spend my most important time. My time. Yes. The basement is a good place.
I have Mr. Gloom in my closet. He appeared in my life inexplicably. One day, I simply found him in a corner of the basement hallway. He stood…
Slowly, creating becomes part of the day, like walking the dog or drinking tea. It’s not essential for survival, yet removing it from the script creates a certain deficiency.