Doodling on the phone while watching Shohei Ohtani hit home runs on the tablet.
It’s time to replace my toothbrush.
Existentially tortured…great…same difference.
Written after learning that a man I care about will soon die. My prayers for he and his family…
Fun to draw/paint a larger face and pair it with this quote from one of Mr. Wendell Berry’s poems.
Here’s another one that didn’t make the cut for The New Yorker. Orchids go for Lord Byron every time.
It’s definitely the women at our house. I think they take pride in it.