We have had many gray rainy days here in North Carolina where fog often blankets the world outside my window. As morning breaks I can barely see three houses down the street until all else melds into a monochromatic gray scale of assorted shapes. Off in the distance I can see a lamppost or some … Continue reading Seeing in the Fog
I've been thinking about this a lot lately. How some things end and other things begin. How an ending here makes way for a beginning there. Like how my sketchbooks, whose filled final pages give way to a fresh new book in which to pour lines and colors over the coming days and weeks. Like … Continue reading Endings & Beginnings
All's quiet here in my studio. It's early morning and I'm swishing gouache around on a page in my sketchbook before anyone, including myself, is fully awake and going. This is all part of an experiment I started about a month ago. And one I hope continues for a very long time. The Experiment, as … Continue reading The Experiment
