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.
Today I took my old Ted down from the shelf in my bedroom where he watches over my […]
In the process of my endless rearrangement of my apartment, I managed to reveal a completely bare wall in […]