3:30 a.m.

It is such a strange head space that develops for me between 3-4 a.m. while painting.  I am tired and yet I feel driven to press on. So strange. Wasn't even sleepy, till I realized the time. Its majick hour....

Panel one and 2 of a 10' tryptic. I'm feelin' my self even if no one else knows what's going down!

Doing my thing.

Its so hard to remember all this stuff, did I blog that or facebook this, maybe a random tweet. I dunno what I'm doing technologically, but give me some paint and I'll do my thing.

No really!

I can make you that promise

Long gone and forgotten

Tonight looking at my "old" work hanging about the house I realize I don't really remember doing any of it. Is so meaningful, and I know the impetuous behind it. The actual doing has been let go. I wonder am I alone? Or do people forget what they have done, where they have been only to retain a glimmer of the feeling that spawned it!

I was going to...

I was going to blog this, I was going to blog that, but I didn't I got away from the format that works for me. That format being mobile, that's right on my lil trusty phone. So I will do my best to be more consistent as we chronicle the last 3 months of grad school preparing for the big show in July. Sneek peek attached.