Manifesto?

So I live in a town that has a long, varied, and generally blue-collar history. I walk past a house at least a couple of times a week that has a genuinely epic collection of plaster ducks. There's a sign on a stake that says Duck Village, and I always got a kick out of seeing what new things they'd done with the ducks on my way home.

A couple of months ago, though, they put up another sign: Duck Speakeasy. It turns out that the neighborhood got its name because it's a crazy warren of one-way streets, and bootleggers used to lose the cops in it during Prohibition.

I dunno, it seemed like something that was a perfectly reasonable starting point for ... something. And I've been thinking about re-starting a process blog, anyway, and I even have a project I recently finished the first iteration of that needs a home.

So: Duck Village arts is about the process of getting back into making books after a three-year hiatus, and incorporating as many media in doing so as I feel like on a given day. There you go.