It’s insane that it’s been almost 3 months since I’ve posted. Outrageous. You all deserve better. But nothin’s goin on! Life’s slower. One new thing is, I’m getting more comfortable with shipping framed pieces. I prefer it so much, being able to matte and frame my art rather than sending a rolled up print that’s likely to be stapled to a wall. If you see a piece of mine you’d like framed (11” X 14” is ideal) email me! I’m happy to ship. I’ve been making custom boxes to fit, and the art is picture perfect. So lemme know. I’ll quote you a reasonable price. I just really like knowing my stuff is on someone’s wall somewhere out there.
Here’s some of my favorite latest. Thank you for continuing to visit.
I’m back again for my bi-monthly update to prove I still exist. Btw, did you know that bi-monthly can mean both every other month OR twice a month? I just found that out. Anyhow, they say you should do something consistently for 2 months to make it a habit. It took me ten years, but I’ve now thoroughly ingrained this drawing habit into my will. I can even draw through the anxiety inducing chaos all around, my unsilenceable brain (which I’m considering getting a restraining order against), plowing straight through my newsfeed of which I can’t seem to turn my face from. Just keep on drawing. It’s survival mode. How’re you? How was your Easter? Need magnets? I got ’em!
Had a nightmare the other night that he was coming after me with with a group of ICE agents. He had his long red tie stretched out between his fists coming for my throat, yelling, “I heard what you think about me! You’re NEXT!” I woke in a startle, and didn’t go back to sleep. Ever. Here’s a few of my latest.
Last night we got at least half a foot, not including the feet we’ve seen over most of January. I’m still braving it out of the house daily and driving to a coffeeshop to do my thing. It’s something I’ve been doing since my art school days. I remember back when I was in Brooklyn the elevated trains were shut down due to severe snowfall, so I walked the Brooklyn Bridge to the East Village in Manhattan to reach Alt Coffee. Once I find a favorite coffeeshop I can’t be stopped. It’s how I get work done and stay sane. How does going to a coffeeshop keep me sane? First and foremost it’s people. Socializing reasons, even if I’m just sitting in a chair reading while voices and music and activity happens around me. Apparently it’s essential to me being any sort of a productive citizen. It’s proven to me time and time again, this is how I’m able to read, write, draw and think. I figured out the formula decades ago, and I’ve surrendered to it.
Also, reading, writing, drawing and thinking are musts for my sanity when I’m as by-myself as I am here. I’ve moved from the big city to extreme remoteness. Most of my neighbors have fled to Florida to escape this winter. And over the last few years both of my roommates have died of old age, so it’s only me here now, for miles. I left NYC in 2016. It’s been a decade. I’m 57. It’s all so real, and different, and new. I’m alright though, as long as I can keep drawing. This is just the part of my life where I need to be like this for a while.
All said, sanity maintained, and this what I show for it.
Shotzi’s and her new snowboots she got free at the state park.
A gentle reminder that I am here and I do have Jesus Dressups. I have multi-packs of them for better deals, and lots of other things for sale you might like. But it’s obvious, JDUs are the biggest draw. Happy to see I’m still popping up on people’s searches, even though these once-every-other-month postings make it appear as if I’m disappearing. But I’m not. I started seeing orders coming in last week, and was reminded, “Oh, hey, Christmas is down the road. I’d better say something.” Every order goes out, if not the same day, the next morning, often with extra things included as a thanx. It’s still extraordinarily gratifying 25 years later mailing these fuckers out. 25 years later.
Every day I’m at the coffeeshop for a few hours so I can draw, read, write, and placate my mind. I am alone. Just me and this little 12 year old schnauzer in a house surrounded by feet of snow at the moment. But I’m mailing orders out, and if you have any questions you can email me those too. If there’s art you see by me, signed prints are possible too. You can find them framed in Whitehall at The Booknook Java Shop. If you’re passing through West Michigan (and noone ever is) you have to stop and take a look. They make for cool and unique Christmas presents. Or get one for yourself! Many do.
