i had a dream about a dear friend in which i had a purpose, and it was to hand him a set of bluejay feathers before he would be able to play his fiddle in a big green field. one of the feathers was much more important than the other, even though they looked the same.
I make paintings and drawings and scratchings and sewings, and cakes and cards and books and comics.
Here is a peek into my sketchbooks, which are carried with me at all times.
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