Tag: writing

  • The way we was

    Thank you for tuning in to my very public self journal. This is a very long and ramblish entry but one about the sense of self I’m experiencing at the moment. Sometimes I do miss being able to stay up late and play video games, drink a six pack, and wake up with five hours…

  • Moving Feels Like Sinking

    Finality is a choice observation. The end of an era. The next new thing. At what point do we stick? When is the next thing the last? I don’t know if there is an answer to it that will ever fully satisfy. But I do know, that when you have to finish the journey alone…

  • Positive Momentum Grows

    I spend a lot of time considering what to do next. If it’s in the morning while I’m working out, I’m thinking about what painting I want to work on and how I want to make it happen. There is a growing freedom, however, in the ways that I find myself working. It’s been a…

  • “You die the way you live.”

    I think it is amazing, how we connect our childhood lives to our adult lives. I’ve been listening to Steve Burn’s podcast, you know, the Blue’s Clues guy? And he has a lot of guidance still. I think it’s funny that in a way the man who taught me my shapes is teaching me about…

  • Labor/Art

    I always find it fun to equate parts of life to equations. It is not a meaningful exercise until it gets to the point of thoughtful interaction and abstract connection of ideas. There is a very common theme I noticed, in Grad School, in which artist from the rust belt, we all want to talk…

  • Things I like about small town living

    It’s quiet, it’s slow, it’s always very personal. As I have never been one to seek attention or want to be shouted at as I enter a room, it suits me well in a lot of ways. That said, there is little opportunity here. The advent of the internet is surely a great help in…

  • Keeping Tradition Alive

    There is always a struggle with adapting technology to fit one’s own work flow and when to adapt and when to move on. As a drafts-person, there is nothing that feels like pen to paper. It’s nostalgic, yes, but it is also tactile and employs more than just memory. I know how the ink will…