drawn during a poetry reading at banana-fest 2009. i think it was in a poem that archie read by david whyte. i don't know. i was drunk on potassium.

this is true. i don't know how to deal with this feeling. i'm working on it.

thank GOD. it was a tough one, this year. at some point in february i was really sure the winter was NEVER going to end. but, this week it was warm enough for my friends and me to go to the most magical place in rhode island and throw stones in the air for hours until they finally connected mid-air and made the most satisfying clacking sound that ever existed.

also, threw shells into bottles peed in the woods smelled warm seaweed got rocks in my shoes took off my sweater while outside and got a small sunburn on my cheeks. thank goodness.

one thing i can't stop doing, one thing i can't stop thinking about, and a tribute to a mean guy that has no idea that i'm harboring a weird fascination about him.

do any of you play cribbage? do any of you know how AWESOME this was? 24 points. c'mon.

went to figure drawing at risd, for once. the model didn't show up. drew this instead. there's a second part, but i'm keeping it secret.

narrative structure. something happened. i think in a forest.

lee and i went for a walk and i fell in the mud and the solution to the problem was to shower with all my clothes on. that comic is drawn backwards for an unknown reason. and some people at coffee exchange. i never finished drawing all the flowers on that lady's dress.

he doesn't want to be drawn about, but, clearly, this is probably the last time.

i had no idea i was still a little mad until those words tumbled out. i still don't think i am, but for sure my subconcious proves otherwise.
interestingly, i am reciting a lesson that he taught me, in this comic. the boy, not the dog. or, the dog, too.

it was going to have words, but, like usual, it said more without them.

unfortunately, those birds mean hardly anything at all.

ghosts are electricity; they follow us.

i exaggerate them, a little, but there they are.

at the scurvy dog with derreck. he gives good advice about art.

i did some morbid calculations. and then, also, some small meaningful objects in my house started floating out the window in a glowing word balloon. metaphorically.

secret messages in overlapping shadows. it really happened, but not quite this explicitly.

also, the message across the top says, "the paradoxical theory of change" which i'm told is a very excellent theory.

new sketchbook--it is always so hard to start a new one. i've no love for this one yet, and i won't until it is almost done, and by that time, i'll have to start another new one and this cycle is totalllly getting me down.

also, something about this book is how small i've been drawing. i have no idea why, but, there it is, and it is making scanning pages from it pretty difficult. so, i'm sorry in advance. strain those eyes for me.

this drawing was started with a coffee stain at the diner--first white pages are very, very stressful, and splashing coffee on it first is easier than putting down that first line.

knittin' up a storm.

other fake tattoo ideas, and a tie-down i've been feeling lately.

can't, won't.

ideas for a fake tattoo. pillow paralysis.

i painted my nails for the first time in 3 years. more, maybe.

my friend chris. he doesn't think that this looks like him, but, mostly it does.