the way it is now

We used to dream in starch white paper - un-creased or crinkled until our words formed perfect designs on the smooth surface.

Not today.

Today we act. Today we write scratchy sentences on handmade Nepali paper and tear them out since impermanence is our hallelujah tune.

black lines crossed and dipping and in the creative nonsense we realize this the only way to be.



We are psychedelic and tattered with love juicing out from all seams!