To feel the wind colder, you step outside. Turn your heart east, and you are faced with mountains tall and sheer, with a frosting of snow on the tippy tops. Turn your heart west, and brush your windy hair from your eyes to see a desert of sand and lonesome dreams. To feel the wind slightly warmer, you step inside. An elephant rumbles at one giant wall, a creepy monkey plays it's cymbals at the window, and a jackrabbit stares at you with one eye near the crackling of a woodstove. Against the opposite wall, a table with found objects placed on top: bits of glass, peculiar rocks, tiny little toys, shotgun shells, anything you might possibly pick up when roaming around in the middle of nowhere...all organized by red, purple, yellow, gray....you follow. This is the Old School House of artist John Simpkins.
Story Online and in 1859/July-August 2016