The image above is an odd little thing I wrote when I was 23; I was photographing sketchbooks and other do-dads while I was at the Farm. There will be more to come, art archive series. . . . It's sunny today, a nice gift. At midnight a new year begins, everything cyclical.
First post of the new year; a kind of note to self. Christmastime upstate was delightful. Time with the family and relatives; made cookies with mom; shopping with Dad on Xmas eve; ice skating; saw The Hobbit with siblings, nieces, nephews in the best movie theater EVER (reclining full-sized leather seats, no shit). New Year’s… Continue reading twentyfourteen
I haven't put anything here on the blog in an age. Now it's a new year, and I plan to get back into my non-work creative pursuits. I have been blaming work and being busy in general for my lack of non-work creative endeavors, but I have recently come to realize there was more to… Continue reading Starting the year by drawing again
Amid the waning of the old year I had moments anxious for it to be over– or I think eager is a better word. But then on January second, in the wake of Jon and J. driving back upstate, there was the inevitable feeling of sadness or loss that the carefree time-between-the-years was over. The… Continue reading tracing the arabesques
I am suddenly so sad today. It's that vague but crushing sadness of the New Year; a Sunday sadness that knows your real name and pulls without words, but remorselessly, and with a precision that feels like Love. It feels like having to say goodbye (to what?) when you're not ready to say goodbye. A… Continue reading The New Year