Captain, My Captain
October
2011
The Captain of Piratefest. Continue reading
The Captain of Piratefest. Continue reading
I’ve always thought of automats as lonely, melancholy places. Continue reading
Did people in the old days experience new paintings the way we experience new technology? Continue reading
Dreamy like a White Swan! Continue reading
Three atheists tell their stories. Continue reading
For about a year, I drew like a maniac and then one day I just stopped.
Nan was less than two years away from her century. She was born before the First World War. Continue reading
When finger painting was all the rage. Continue reading
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. Continue reading
If Vermeer had an iPad he might’ve drawn it like this. Continue reading