“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

Thoreau noted that, ‘the language of friendship is not words, but meanings’. This is a frustrating quote for me to think about, as I am not a great friend in many ways: I don’t remember...

…is today!!! I have had a few pieces of plaster artwork that I had produced a while back for sale at Millport Landing, an awesome little shop in Millport, NY that sells works of local artisans, antiques...

So. Turns out that not all paper is watercolor friendly, no matter the poundage.  I did not know this when I bought the art journal I started to transform into my very own Necronomicon.  I think I may have...

The procrastination is over, for the moment, and I have finally created another piece for the NAJ.  This weeks entry is Shub -Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.  How’s that for...

Time goes so quickly as you get older. As I was conceptualizing this post and thinking back on last year, this all feels like it just happened.  So I Googled. I found a fascinating paper titled, Age Effects in...

A fancy Sunday chicken dinner. Not something that I typically do too much with, but since my father gave me a beautiful 8 lb chicken that he cared for and slaughtered himself, I can not resist.  He also shared...

This sketched scene is from our visit to the Gettysburg National Military Park in April 2016.  Since I have already written a bit on this visit, I would encourage investigation into earlier posts for more of...