swoon

here is a lovely and flowing complex piece jean-lucien sent me well over a year ago. it works on so many levels. my partner's almost supernatural talent for color harmony must've been born from living blind in his formative years. when your vision is hazier than a monet, colors are all you have to cling to. i should know; my vision wasn't too much better. yes, i still love this one. its got a tangling to it... hanging vines and florid jungle blossoms. something like that. a little dangerous.

countrylife

here's another notebook strip featuring cary elwes and stephen fry. the slashfic almost writes itself, you know? slashfic... sigh.

longhand

...is hot! here is another of my handwritten hardbound journals. the habit of placing the titleword in the lower right-hand corner started when i had to switch from Mead notebooks to a store brand. Mead books had the barcode on the back, but the goofy storebrand slapped it right on the lousy front. so i took that as a 'sign from god' that maybe i needed a little something in that corner, so i began placing a handmade single word down there to cover it up. from then on, my books all bore a single word. and hey, is morrissey hot or what, girls-and-open-minded-guys? i love the expression on his face...he looks like some guy just walked in to whom he gave the mysterious pop star-cold-shoulder the night before. dig it.