Me: “It’s lovely weather, it would be nice to go and write in a nice cafe, next to a brook. Trees, sky, water. Bit of inspiration.” Me2: “Well, you’ve walked the dog, and shaved, and cleaned the apartment, and you’ve got plenty of time, that would be reasonable. After all, you get more and better […]
I have often struggled with producing work. Drawing art for commissions. Writing pieces to fit a project. Creating content, to use the contemporary white-collarist argot. I’ve come to suspect that those struggles come down to a matter of style. By style, I mean a distinctive manner of doing things. The older I get, the less […]
On Friday the weather threatened rain. Pregnant, cumulous clouds in shades of gray, slate, and purple rose above the border and tumbled across the sky. A dull wind blew and rustled the leaves on the vine as I plucked grapes to eat in my parents’ yard. The sky growled. I looked up as a drop […]
I learned the alphabet and how to read when I was three years old with a computer game. I had to match pictures and letters to the angular marks on the stubby rubber keys of the ZX Spectrum 8-bit personal home computer that my father brought home to Yugoslavia from a business trip to London. […]
Today is the first of November. Today is the day of the dead. The day of the dead is a good day for telling stories. Yesterday I completed the #inktober challenge. Every day, I drew and inked a panel. I wrote 31 words in September to serve as prompts and every day I chose a […]