The shed is a wonderful place to make new friends. Here a wizened root, there a broken fork, a rake, some bit of metal and wood that makes no sense on its own, but calls out to become something new. There is always string in a shed, and sometimes wire – magical sources of joints and attachments, uniting disparate things into new shapes. And so you sit down, and ask of the shed what in it wants to be new, and exciting, and you work with what you get. Your new friend takes form under your hands, moving into the world as you find eyes and toes, limbs and a body.
When you start, you know nothing about the new friend. They may well turn out to be an old friend who has been obliged to hover about, insubstantial and lost. You make the form, invite the spark and wait to see who shows up.
(Text by Nimue, art by Tracie Tink Voice, who we’re delighted to have as a new member of the Hopeless, Maine team!)