Posts Tagged: memory

Old six

Winnie the Pooh has always been one of my favorite books, so much so that I used to carry a copy of a compilation of ‘Winnie the Pooh’ and ‘The house at Pooh Corner’ in my bag wherever I went.

Old six

Winnie the Pooh has always been one of my favorite books, so much so that I used to carry a copy of a compilation of ‘Winnie the Pooh’ and ‘The house at Pooh Corner’ in my bag wherever I went.

On being a parent

Every day on my commute to and from work I see high school students on their own commute to and from school, and I have thought, on more than one occasion, about how my own child will eventually grow up

On being a parent

Every day on my commute to and from work I see high school students on their own commute to and from school, and I have thought, on more than one occasion, about how my own child will eventually grow up

Nature

What will become of us now that we have abandoned nature?

Nature

What will become of us now that we have abandoned nature?

Old five

Here are two examples of one of my earliest digital portraits, they both use the same woman, and perhaps the only one that I did successfully in this style. It seems to me, looking again at my old stuff, that

Old five

Here are two examples of one of my earliest digital portraits, they both use the same woman, and perhaps the only one that I did successfully in this style. It seems to me, looking again at my old stuff, that

Library

Where, from ink filled pages, worlds pour forth around you and characters long dead breath the same air that pumps through your veins. You just have to go in.

Library

Where, from ink filled pages, worlds pour forth around you and characters long dead breath the same air that pumps through your veins. You just have to go in.

Old three

Here is an old comic that I drew as a student after overhearing someone say the first line. I, of course, did not continue to eavesdrop on the conversation, yet the one line that I did hear brought a smile

Old three

Here is an old comic that I drew as a student after overhearing someone say the first line. I, of course, did not continue to eavesdrop on the conversation, yet the one line that I did hear brought a smile