Last month, I wanted to engineer a way to help me create/post more art and tell more stories. I love traipsing around in styles and themes; ...

When Bilford passes by, he knows you're talking about him. He's usually fine with it because he makes more money than you, and he ca...

A year ago, I spent the summer consumed with anxiety due to events out of my control. It took all my strength to cope. When I should'...

If my words don't make much sense this fine evening of watered-down, oh-my-gawd-will-this-rain-ever-stop nonsense, it's probably ...

I forced myself to read yesterday. It was rainy out, and I didn't feel like creating anything -- I had just spent over an hour sketch...

I write this without some invisible force holding me back. That's what writing had been like this past year. This: "I need to be ...

Although the "Ten Commandments" takes a fortnite to watch, it's still one of my favorite Easter traditions. I don't alw...

Late last year, I became a board member for a local nonprofit that is focused on magnifying the arts scene in the downtown area of my ...

I've been focusing a little more on digital sketching as of late. It's both better than working in a notebook with a traditional ...

We first met Susan when she was installed as our security system. Her voice, while soft, lilted and affirmed our safety. "Alarm. O...

Why I hem and hawed, I have no idea. During one of our yearly journeys through Charleston, South Carolina, we wandered upon a side str...