Sketchbooks. They've been a part of my life like a security blanket. I used to thumb through the stacked books of my brother and mother; secret spell books containing the elusive methods, magic, genius ideas and imaginations of artists. I was hooked. Still am. The older I get, the more I regret not keeping better... Continue Reading →
Holidays
A few days here and there connecting with family, making art, tying some flies, and drinking some special beers. I think this "holiday" thing is pretty much figured out.