I Just Keep Drawing

I noticed I keep drawing the same face–the same young woman–yesterday working on an illustration. And I wondered who she is. Sometimes I draw friends or lovers. But this is a face I don’t recognize. Drawing is like dreaming, when you get it right, when you’re in the flow…So ‘who is this?’, I wondered. WhenContinue reading “I Just Keep Drawing”


I didn’t think I’d like living in New York City. But I did. Manhattan was a living, breathing thing. Well, maybe not every borough; eighty blocks north, where old ladies in designer jeans clutched pearls as they walked tiny dogs: that wasn’t it. But the Lower East Side, Alphabet City…I moved through those streets likeContinue reading “Sorry”