More Paris, Because I Can.

If it's Wednesday, This Must Be....

Paris.

Time for a few more shots.

Pictures, that is. Photographs.

Ant on the Road

Back from France, Paris and Lyon, with photos in tow. Enjoy!

The Rescue.

Coming to SoCal was, as the saying goes, a "learning experience". I have indeed learned much since moving here. Wildfires are scary, for instance, especially when they're burning towards you and all you hold dear. Corporate culture and grade school still have much in common; there's another. Endless sunshine is not as great as it sounds. I remain capable of making a living at art, even here, where the competition is as fierce as it gets and the cost of living puts the "dick" in ridiculous.

Ever notice how sometimes you notice growth because someone else points it out, apropos of nothing, and other times you recognize it because you simply don't have feelings, or attitudes, or inhibitions you once had?

We are constantly urged to go, go, GO in this culture. Yet you can't bring about substantive change in yourself unless you're willing to stop, take a deep breath and look into the places that scare you. Intentional change is pretty much the best there is.

I've proven to myself that I can keep up. That's probably the single greatest revelation to come from my stints at Carbine, Meteor and Red 5. Okay. So I can keep up. That had as much to do with personal growth, if not more, than any art skills I gained. Now I want to get back to growing as an ARTIST.





I've got about a million paintings and drawings to go. Let's get going already.

VIVA, NUEVO SCANNER!

It's Thursday. Time for an update.

Got a brand-new Epson Perfection V700 Photo scanner today. Finally I can start scanning and uploading the efforts of the past year! The nice lady above was a model at Glen Vilppu's head class from last fall. Good good stuff. Here she is again:



Huzzah Technology!

A New Year, And....

Screw you, big giant bullet shell bomb thing. Seriously, screw you. I used to wish you'd just go away. Then I thought maybe I'd bury you so deep I'd forget you ever existed. You got to run the show for a while. I found you again, on a proving ground of my own choosing. Now I know you're a part of me. I accept that. One of these days you'll get the love you need. But I'm done with being afraid of your shadow. It's high time you were afraid of mine.

Hang around up there all you want. We both know that's the worst you can manage.