I want truth, as best I can get it, as best I can give it, always. I learned to draw because my family draws. I learned it because I loved the feeling of the pencil or pen in my hand. I also learned it because I love to look for, capture, and preserve what is true. Ultimately, everything I draw or write will be a flawed paper copy of the world I interact with, and that is frustrating, beautiful, and okay, I guess. I can only see so much.

pearl crescent butterflies, bees and flies pollinating white heath aster on a September afternoon Poem: I think it’s okay to call it...

The summer in September is the last cold sip of your party drink, the last taste on your lips as the sun dips under the twinkle lights,...

Butterflies have captured my heart and imagination. They seem like living hope to me, reminders of beauty’s transcendent, eternal nature...

farmer’s market flower stand overflow, garden gifts — jewels. art leads to art in a twilit home. Zinnia, dahlia and lisianthus blossoms...

Somewhere in time, people started insisting on mattering... Black lives matter. Yes, that was the time in recent history that "matter"...

Of all the journaling techniques I have found helpful in recent years, keeping a "Favorites" section has been one of the most helpful - though a full list of good journaling techniques is a good idea for a future post. The idea is simple: keep a generously-sized section in your journal for lists of "favorites." Whenever you come up with a new topic, add it. Whenever you come up with a new favorite, add it. Once in a while, when you are feeling like life isn't worth the effort

It find it satisfying to keep track of favorite things. These books have helped shape my thinking, expanded my aesthetic imagination, or comforted me somehow through the discovery of a kindred spirit. I am a very slow reader, and it's hard to shift my attention from various screens to the printed page, and to be honest, I like writing more than I do reading — so the fact that these have stayed with me is a testament to their quality. For anyone who wants to know what influenc

(a poem) God gave humans a brain each: an awkward noodly mass you could almost cup with two palms — a gray-purple slime of sorts It has...