h a z a r d s

As of late, this song is the only one that get's me through the day. I still wish this album had been made into a movie or stage play. The Decemberists: The Hazards of Love: (The Drowned).

g r e e n . q u e e n

New series in progress: golden girls.

g i n g e r

Coloured version of a sketch.

s k e t c h y

Imagine these 4 ft tall...then I could die happy!

f r e s h . f a l l

It's been a while, I know. Hello, hello...is anyone still out there?

 

 

 

c o m p l i m e n t a r y

Once upon a time...my sketchbook was glued to my side; people told me that I was unapproachable because I was always too busy sketching. I like to sketch in pen or marker, never pencil (I have no time or patience for "impermenant media"); I like to jot down notes, dream logics, story fragments and imaginary conversations. I've even developed a sort of sloppy shorthand to concel the meaning of these messages from those who leaf through my books (which sometimes even I can't understand!).

Time for another revolution: get back into the sketching swing.