FAMOUS
I make things. Between snacks. In my basement.
With a four-armed manual screen press. A DIY exposure box that says “Heck Yeah!” A second-hand heat press. A wobbly flash dryer. And an old-school serger for finishing the edges of the hanks that will outlive me.
There’s also boxes of books. Mostly architecture related. A few One Ear bandannas (sic, their spelling) hanging as room dividers. And camping gear that I don’t use anymore. Kids toys. A doll house. Wood scraps. Paint cans. And half century old fluorescent tube lights I’m begrudgingly replacing with LEDs.
The things I make have feelings. Mostly my own. Telling me it's messy down here. You've done enough.
Maybe it’s time for a snack.
That's what this is about. Just a small print shop. Big feelings. Doing less. Eating more.
Architecture-adjacent. Superstudio-inspired. Not quite famous.
