new drawings

picked up drawing again, healing the scattered idle time of being in-between things... so parked a few tables upstairs under the aging skylight and have been climbing the stairs at night to a carved out space of non-thinking. almost... for some reason, the lines on paper, the filling-in of color, the randomness of process (but …

(of) woodstoves, bathtubs and jimson weed

celebrations

and so it's happening again. i am moving the studio. a rough ride these past 3 years, relocating in and out of unsuitable places, strewing bits and pieces of my beloved studio across mesas, steep and rocky dirt roads and not-so-shallow rivers.... yes, there are still rivers to cross in new mexico. but this time is different. recurring …