Creative community through sustainable art

He walks in quietly. He walks in, with a small nod. Possibly a nod of appreciation. Possibly a nod of I know you’re not quite ready. Possibly a nod of I know you just walked in the door, and takes his seat. Sometimes he walks over to the large historical mural of the town…
As a child I was a collector of things. Lots of things. One of them being rocks. Though my tackle box of rocks is likely long lost, I still have an affinity for stones. When I travel, I’ll pick one out to take home with me. Sometimes I get extra nerdy and gift them to…