STUFF! Help Me Help Myself

I am purging! Simplifying. I have to. Things are very complicated right now. I can’t get into it, but I need to unload a bunch of stuff. Before I present it to the weirdos on Craigslist, I’m compiling this blog post which I will then Tweet, Facebook and radio transmit out to all my personal channels. I’ve been working on this post for many days already, so I’ll get right to it here. Does anyone want a printer, a cutting table, a bunch of glass beakers, a sewing machine, blank canvases or a lightbox? I’m just getting started here.


It’s Me Again

And at least I got myself back into the studio this week. I can’t believe it myself. I’m not even sure it counts yet. What that (“counts”) means exactly, I don’t even know! But getting back into a studio that’s really a garage isn’t a simple task. It’s work.


Try as I Might

If you’ve been reading my writing blog, Shrapnel (for “short”), you’d know that I finished my book last week. Hell must have frozen over or something.


Back to Life

Here I am, back to life, back to the blogs, back to work — part of it anyway. I’ll be doing a lot of cross-posting the stuff I write here on my writing site, just because they correlate, so please excuse me if you’re reading some of this twice.


Turtle House Rock

Done and done. It only took a year for God sake! Sorry about the blurry picture, but I’ll get one with a tripod soon.


Trust Your Gut

Just reaching out, but not so much as to open my front door over the past week. It was too hot out there! Did you go out there? Jeez. It was crazy hot and humid here. It’s finally cooled down to the freezing upper 80s, so now it’s “nice” outside. I know I should not comment on the weather here when, A. us Californians have no right to do that, and B. the country has suffered enough already. However, I do not comment on news or current events on this blog. I try not to anyway. But I think it goes without saying that I feel horrible about these disasters. I think we all feel horrible.