Yesterday was a bittersweet day, driving up to Providence to help Jack move into his dorm and begin […]
Striving for perfection can freeze you in place. Lighten up, loosen up, and just start making.
We miss most of what’s around us. Drawing can help ground us. But not always. A cautionary tale.
When horrible art accidents happen to reasonably good people. Like me.
On enormous journeys and speed limits.
What the hell am I doing in this basement, who’s that naked guy, and why am I holding this damned HB pencil?
Losing control on a Mexican beach.