Sketchbooks

This week's spread from one of my journals.

Another random spread from one of my many sketchbooks.

I was raised on Polaroid and I always and forever love the whirr of the motor, the image shooting out, and developing immediately. Well in a minute or so. Another week, another spread from my sketchbooks.

Another random page from one of my sketchbooks.

For the second week in a row, here's another, rare for me, true dada poem from one of my sketchbooks. The full poem is below.

This week's spread from one of my journals was created in true dada style; the only intervention to fit the space completely.

Another random spread from one of my sketchbooks.

This week's random journal page from one of my many sketchbooks The text is attributed to "Prison Graffito" and says "Even the sun, with all its warmth, is marvelously detached."

This week's random page from one of my many sketchbooks is dominated by things that cut. Scissors are an integral part of my artistic practice, so I was attracted to some magazine review of these various cutting tools.

I'm back after almost a month! Life is a bit crazy and I had to sit down and scan a stack of books. I finally sat down and did that last week, so rejoice! New work coming your way. This week's spread from my journals is the inside front cover. Ephemera, memorabilia, random bits given to me... come together in a nice subtle piece. I call it: about our cover story.