The enigmatic Helena Hann-Basquiat dabbles in whatever she can get her hands into just to say that she has.
She's written cookbooks, ten volumes of horrible poetry that she then bound herself in leather she tanned poorly from cows she raised herself and then slaughtered because she was bored with farming.
She has an entire portfolio of macaroni art that she's never shown anyone, because she doesn't think that the general populous or, "the great unwashed masses" as she calls them, would understand the statement she was trying to make with them.
Some people attribute the invention of the Ampersand to her, but she has never made that claim herself.
Earlier this year, she published Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One, and has finished Volume Two and is in the editing process.