The Mural Dream of a Cool Kid

“I was high on life, and probably paint fumes and Columbian Gold…it felt cool…”

Where is Captain Jack?

“…maybe all artists…go thru periods of feast followed by famine…”

AWAY…

There are months when I sail along. Then there was April. Ouch. Work in Progress: The Old Grove Bipolar Disorder has a whole bag of tricks it can put to use on me, it used all of them. I let myself believe I didn’t need more than 3 hours sleep per night. In fact, thotContinueContinue reading “AWAY…”

Round One: Let the Game Begin!

“…walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!”

Many Moons: A New One Rises

“I am NOT giving up, I am not going anywhere, and I’m certainly NOT GOING QUIETLY!”