I’ve been dragging. Maybe it’s desert life? No. It’s being sick. I haven’t been well in a long time actually. I’ve been lost in a trade-off. The war on drugs vs misery.Continue reading
I mentioned that I would try to write a blog article about some of my painting process, and I’m going to attempt it here. A lot of artists think of things like this as trade secrets, but I really don’t care about showing people how the sausage is made.Continue reading
A Writer’s ConstipationContinue reading
It’s been a sad week with the death of Michael’s mom, and I’ve been trying to keep busy as a means of distraction (as usual). I use my work like medication and always have. It’s not easy though. It weighs heavily on my mind.Continue reading
Gemma waits patiently for Michael to return with an early dinner. Little does she know that none of it’s for her.