I’ve always envied people who could bring their dogs with them everywhere. Old coon hounds sitting in the […]
I learned to watch birds on New Year’s Day, 2012. Jenny and I went to the annual Bird […]
Yesterday was a bittersweet day, driving up to Providence to help Jack move into his dorm and begin […]
We miss most of what’s around us. Drawing can help ground us. But not always. A cautionary tale.
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.
Further thoughts about the voice in my head that tries to block my creativity.