Monthly Archives: August 2023

Well, not perfect. That’s a long ways off. Practice makes things better is remarkably true. My professional life did not make use of color, or at least rarely. Much of the design that I produced had to by printed in-house, … Continue reading →

Searching for old videos of classic songs will also bring forth other possibilities. The second time that Metropolis came by, I stopped to look for a few minutes. The 1927 masterpiece by Fritz Lang was a treasure and I had … Continue reading →

(A guest post from my brother Ed) I watch America struggle with her social issues. I see the political and economic failures, the corruption and injustices, I see the deception, the confusion, the oppression and victimization of the middle class, … Continue reading →

In the middle of this, I fell in love again with the lyrics so they had to be there… absolutely no reason to make stuff, other than joy! I suppose that also means I’m half-awake? In any case, I had … Continue reading →

I’m trying to find out more about some people in my father-in-law’s archive. From what I have so far is that they are a family related to my wife’s grandmother, basically her sister who never made it out of Lithuania. … Continue reading →

In Poetry’s Embrace In poetry’s embrace, I find delight, In the spaces it weaves, imagination takes flight. Beyond vivid scenes with wild descriptions, Lie subtext messages, subtle revelations. Yet, equally enchanting are the gaps in the tale, Where the reader’s … Continue reading →

Yesterday in 1890, an artist ceased work, and his death has been grieved for more than a hundred years. I’ve been doing combination of scans and color pencil images, in my attempt to make “connection” From the work showing at … Continue reading →

I recently watch a video about the Webb telescope looking back in time to the very beginning. I’m trying to define existence with terms that are generally agreed upon, with my own additions. At first there were two kingdoms, the … Continue reading →

“I know you, everybody knows you, mostly the cops. That’s my table, and I’m going to have it!” It was a dimly lit room, filled with the noise of clattering dishes, and shuffling busboys. Tables filled with leftover pasta and … Continue reading →