At the great divide—with no one to kiss. The next lizard I find...
In Nevada, I stopped to pick flowers and befriend cacti.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The following is my official essay about how I, Tammy Lynn Shell, can impact graphic design. (Sadly, the necessary qualifier is, "sometimes")My writing process includes: brainstorming an entire day, about five pages worth, followed by, trying to pick the one word that is always on the tip of my tongue—waiting it out, smoking (not really), petting my dog, making tea—until that very certain word arrives, and the only one that could ever truly convey the specific meaning that I long to kindly thrust into the reader—otherwise unaware of the destruction and seduction (and love for assonance) within me.