He ruins things.

Dino night, art friends forever meeting. When Linus sleeps, he makes a face puddle, also.

Lately I've been thinking more about words than pictures. I think it's just a phase.

Clouds, all the time, lately.

A rendition of a drawing on a (very very) old gravestone in Newport.

Drawn from a 1945 year book that I once found in the trash.