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The art of time management

When you punch a clock, even a gold-plated, corinthian-leather-encased execuclock, your time does not belong to you. You have sold it and the highest bidder can do what he wants with it. He can use it to make wonderful things … Continue reading →

Big data

We miss most of what's around us. Drawing can help ground us. But not always. A cautionary tale. Continue reading →

Why me?

When horrible art accidents happen to reasonably good people. Like me. Continue reading →

Epic.

On enormous journeys and speed limits. Continue reading →

My Summer Romance

What the hell am I doing in this basement, who's that naked guy, and why am I holding this damned HB pencil? Continue reading →

On drinking the water.

As our plane swooped down over Mexico, endless green filled the windows. My first instinct was to wonder what sort of farming this could be, dense, unbroken and stretching to the horizon in every direction. As the wheels touched down, … Continue reading →

Doing the wave.

I spent last week in a basement in SoHo, looking at great length at naked people. I’ve spend the past two days looking as intently at the sea. I watch the waves and try to understand how to draw them, … Continue reading →

The sands of time.

I am sitting on a powdery beach in Southern Mexico, feeling many things. The breeze in my face, the sun on my feet, a slight sense of guilty residue in my heart. My monkey bays at me, telling me that … Continue reading →

Island life.

Six days of living the dream. Continue reading →