my friend dereck, at coffee exchange, holds his cigarette very specifically.

my birthday party was one of the most beautiful nights in the history of the entire world. we drew beautiful things on each other's skin and i floated above all my friends in blissful (whiskey-enabled) happiness.

small things from under the ground make the best soups, no?

not a sketchbook drawing! oh, my goodness. this one is drawn out-of-book, and is actually a small free-standing triptych. it is about the past and the dead and some possible answers i've brought into existance. and it is very tiny and almost definitely you won't be able to see most of the details very well using your computer screen. bummer.

That monster is less good than he looks. Plus, a dare.

A very sweet moment with my grandpa when I went to visit him on long island. Plus, a tall and roundy lion and the danish word for him, thanks to my recently returned from the north friend, Matt.

i have been trying to draw the things inside of me. this is more wishful than actual, which i guess is a bummer, but i'm pretty sure that the prettier and more ornately decorated your inside- demons, the worse they are.

it was a two strip day! new year (for me, anyway), new moon, new haircut. and nora's grandma.

linus and i have wrath. we destroy small towns, but not farms. the moon is always a crescent.

i have been slightly crazy, lately, really, but even when i'm not very crazy i talk to my dog that way. plus, some words about some boy who has infiltrated my nightdreams, uninvited.

the sentinels (or, um, the powerplant down the street) that watch over me, and in more than one drawing, carry me away from this place. this time they are spouting a very true thing, which i am contributing to. and, also, they are carrying me away from this place.

i apologize if these tiny drawings of what i ate for dinner and of every object at coffee exchange and a made up portrait of me, bob, and angela do not translate to the web. there was a hurricane warning, and they are very small, and my scanner is very crappy. i just couldn't get my pencil to draw big this day. but, that small drawing of asparagus on a cutting board is probably the best asparagus i've ever drawn.

i made a much larger painting of this sketch, but, of course, the original watercolor and spit painting i did on the floor of eleanor's studio is much more together than the one i spent hours on.

we will dance when we are dead, i hope. our ghosts and our bones. plus, that lady got an extra bone because i was too busy talking and drinking coffee and so bob told me to leave it. it adds character. you know?

it's something new i'm trying, this way of painting, but something that's always been pretty natural for me. i have used this concept in a larger painting i'm working on, that maybe i will show you one day. if you ask with nice words and good superlatives in the request.

the first two-page spread from my sketchbook i've ever uploaded, i think. this contains future plans, and current strife, plus, some very enigmatic advice given to me from bob.

anxiety, again. choosing and not choosing.

some crows. i'll put it out there for you--this time they symbolize anxiety, which i've had my fair share of these days. "cts" are the last three letters of a word that was spelled across the two page spread. i will not tell you the rest of the word.

two trees in montreal were exactly one bottom's width apart, and were the perfect spot for me to knit and watch some geese and contemplate the grammar of my activity.

this really really really happens! i saw it at a farm stand. the most romantic thing in nature, maybe?