Last week, a good friend’s mom passed away.
Friends are the worst at helping you make art.
It all starts with an idea.
Last week, my computer died.
Those 10 minutes after you wake up, stay in bed, and think about everything you’re going to make that day.
Just when you think you’re prepared for anything …
Every thought of a retreat? Here’s your chance.
The hardest part of making art: sitting down.
For the past month we’ve had a resident broad-winged hawk.
Last weekend, just about all our friends from Brooklyn with kids took over the hotel.
Last year I took a Meyers-Briggs test. Then, I swear the following day, I was sent one of those —
Goodbye summer. And hello peepers.