We’re settling into a routine in Thailand—the house is coming together, and I’m waiting on a volunteer post that could lead to my teaching certificate. Celia helped pull together a portfolio site, which reminded me how much my art has shifted over the years. I’m still looping Eragon at night while searching for a new epic fantasy, and we’ve found a driver, Nan, who makes errands far easier. I’ve started offering prints of my Thailand photography, and through it all, life feels both surreal and deeply grounding with Celia by my side.
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Dispatches from the Void. X.VIIII. Thailand Edition.
Visa stress, estate agent limbo, butterfly murder, and Bar Rescue theology. We’re two weeks from flying to Thailand and everything’s falling apart — but at least Mowgli found catnip.
Dispatches from the Void: River’s Corner
River is stepping forward to focus on art while Celia teaches. After years without a steady practice, River is reclaiming the title of artist by treating life like a residency—committing to eat, sleep, and breathe art again. Process has always mattered more than finished pieces, though some works, especially from the long-running Faces series, stand out. These portraits explore tension, unease, and the experience of being neurodivergent, particularly the discomfort of eye contact. River continues to paint faces and make photographs, and is now seeking funding and residencies to expand the series with mixed media elements such as fabric and beads, pushing the work into new dimensions.
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Dispatches from the Void: Food for Thought
Falling in love with Bangkok, one bite at a time. From scallops that changed everything to long evenings over Shabu-Shabu at Akase Shabu, Shabu Chain, and sushi at 584homemadeJapanese food and Ude Izakaya & Sushi Bar—Thailand really is all about the food. And I’m finally making art again, too.
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Dispatches from the Void. X.VIIII. Thailand Edition.
Visa stress, estate agent limbo, butterfly murder, and Bar Rescue theology. We’re two weeks from flying to Thailand and everything’s falling apart — but at least Mowgli found catnip.
Dispatches from the Void. X.VII. Visa Edition.
Visa stress, estate agent limbo, butterfly murder, and Bar Rescue theology. We’re two weeks from flying to Thailand and everything’s falling apart — but at least Mowgli found catnip.
Dispatches from the Void. X.VI.
This week in Underland, the chicken staged a dawn coup, Celia’s visa was finally approved, and grief arrived quietly in the form of Andrea Gibson’s passing. Between emotional whiplash, endless paperwork, and one deeply unsettling poultry stare, we somehow found time to write, to give, and to hold each other upright. Noise surrounds us. But so does love. And pani puri.
Dispatches from the Void. X.V.
Visa stress, bureaucratic limbo, and a house full of half-packed boxes. Celia reflects on love, exhaustion, and quiet resistance. Meanwhile, Mowgli files complaints, Akela flees from shadows, and Poe communes with paperwork. The countdown to Thailand continues—chaotic, tender, and just barely held together by bedtime Phil and warrior paws
Dispatches from the Void. X.V.
Visa submitted. Cats unsettled. Love steady.
As the move to Thailand hurtles closer, the boxes remain unpacked and the emotions unfiltered. Celia writes from the edge of exhaustion and hope—where hormones meet housing stress, political fear sparks dark humour, and the cats spiral into poetic rebellion. One pit in the stomach, three feline prophets, and zero backup plans.
Dispatches from the Void. X.IV.
Salt hit #1. Celia hit her limit. Mowgli lost his voice, Akela sued the air (again), and Poe is now spiritually bonded with the rice cooker. Meanwhile, we’re dodging hate comments, packing for Thailand (badly), and writing political satire fuelled by rage, resilience, and the occasional pear. Welcome to Underland. It’s a mess. It’s ours.
