bluebed:
Me & Chuck at Stumptown. The festival was pretty bleh in erryway, but it was great fun to meet & meet again friends & colleagues, see Chuck’s, Angie’s and Meg’s art processes, sketches, books and drawings. Makes me want to explore different things and rethink my painfully straightforward approach to picturemaking.
The festival was a big old money sink hole, but the charming company down at the bottom made it a wonderful experience nonetheless.
Also I have lots of zines left, so stand by for those being for sale online.
ps. I really am not sure what exactly I’m beaming at, possibly the wall.