Here, immoderate glee at the emergence of excessively early Hallowe'en paraphernalia + arcane fixation on consuming the darkest, most subterranean and occult of plants as a staple diet. In the space of a day: empathizing with a growling rubber werewolf that shivers + spits jets of suspect-looking warm water (an intentional function? the display box worryingly failed to elaborate) + going into paroxysms of delight at the discovery of black string beans to accompany purplish-dark kale in a thoroughly eldritch meal, like mutual biting + digestion, of + by the earth itself.
Thrilled by all the inquiries and messages I have been receiving of
late, I welcome and indeed encourage yet more, especially from those who
might wish to share a glimpse of their own, sympathetically-inclined
artworks - ever eager for such communicative stimuli! + more, more to
come ... xx