"The Thinker" circa 1998
, my sketchbooks took over and became the focus of my creative life. It coincided with that other tyranny of creative life: very young children;
but that's another story. Like alien spores germinating, I would find myself at 5:00 am (earlier nowadays), monk-like with a cup of coffee, slinking off to some quiet corner of the house. With a Bic pen I would write the date in a box in the upper left corner of the page…
• The stack of books is growing and…
• Paying work has exhibited troubling concerns of late…
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What will become of me?
Stay tuned.
