Looking Back in Room 20. Chapter studio.
Working through ideas in new studio
J Desic of no fixed abode
Around 2 years ago I was alone in a room drinking a coffee. Suddenly a voice spoke to me in a soft tone. It was a man’s voice, clear and unforced. I checked around the house I was in and I was alone while the voice sounded like it came from within the room I…
Excepts from Supercomputer
paintings by my father
