The day you were born it’s as if a match was struck, one that would light a fire that ignites your being but also one that burns through your days. Sometimes the fires at our center smother to a lowly smolder yet, regardless of whether they burn vehemently or not, in the dawning …
Sometimes it’s hard to tell when a piece is finished. Sometimes I instinctively know when it’s done, and sometimes all I can do is trust that what I’ve done is enough. Every piece emerges from a place of uncertainty. I unlock my iPad with no broader plan than to make …
For me, life seems to exist in an elongated middle, a never-ending in-between, resting precariously between the bitter and the sweet. For almost as long as I can remember I’ve waltzed through my days with depression as my dance partner. Even in the best of times she remains, silently swaying …
No creative work can ever be exhaustive or exhausted. There is always something left unsaid.
I know that its not the artists job to interpret the work, or to answer the questions left hanging in the air by the presentation of the work. But, somehow I feel like some kind of addendum is in order for this piece. I started writing this unsure of what …
I make art as a means of making the mess of myself meaningful.
Earlier last week I started rereading Austin Kleon’s book Keep Going. I first read it towards the end of last year when I was in a deep creative slump. Creatively speaking, I was really struggling to find and maintain the energy and motivation to “keep going” and the book was …
Some times the absurdity of it all is a profound discovery. Sometimes the meaninglessness of it all is deeply meaningful.
Stylistically, this is super experimental, and, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. As experiments go, I don’t think this one was necessarily a success. I like the composition. I like the overall layout and design but, it’s definitely…different. It’s got a strong graphic novel …
When I started working on this, it came from a place of sheer creative desperation to find something, to make something. I’ve said more than once that the muses are capricious. The night I was making this, they were exponentially so. I had first attempted to record a podcast, a …
