This Land is Your Land
This machine kills fascists. If wishing made it so. I’ve been working on a new book, a follow up to I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. It’s the last time… Continue reading
This machine kills fascists. If wishing made it so. I’ve been working on a new book, a follow up to I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. It’s the last time… Continue reading
And I feel fine? I don’t, but I’ll get into that in a moment. 2024 ended up being a busy year and I feel like I need to do a little housekeeping. I… Continue reading
Continuing on from my last post, here is a large part of the source material for the new series of images… From the time I was a baby, my family and I road… Continue reading
I know I kept saying this time it’s different, that I’ll get it together and start writing again like a writer should write; that I’ll start producing work on a regular basis again.… Continue reading
Resferber is a Swedish word that has no English equivalent. It means “the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins; when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together”. Mom always said that… Continue reading
Note from somewhere on Highway 101… So, with my year’s project done way ahead of schedule, I have to ask myself, what now? What new rabbit do I pull out of the hat?… Continue reading
Nature abhors a straight line. I had originally planned a trip into the Alvord Desert in far southeast Oregon to gather the last bit of material for Cantrip and Loveletter. However, impassable roads… Continue reading
At some point, as an artist, how you see the world meets how you choose to show that vision to others and you come to the realization, “this is what I do”. It’s… Continue reading