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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 →

For about a year, I drew like a maniac and then one day I just stopped.

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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 →

Our hero awakes. Startled by the noise and the stranger in his room, he sits bolt upright in his bed. Continue reading →

A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her. Continue reading →