|basking in the sunshine|
|at ze knitting machine in ma studio|
it is a magical place
much creative goodness is spun inside its walls
exuberance is rampant.
obscure objects everywhere.
theatre sets surround in
an abundance of both beauty and deterioration
a diverse collection of individuals go about intriguing tasks
bewilderment is apparent in those who dare to enter the maze
it is possible to become lost inside this place
(even if you know it well)
here rules are unnecessary
madness is essential
and magic happens