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. I’m getting used to it. One new thing however- 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.

Here’s some of my favorite latest.
Thank you for continuing to visit.

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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.

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