I'm in Chicago now, getting lost every time I leave my apartment. More to come soon.

"I don't know where I'm going but I promise it won't be boring." -David Bowie It's the start of a new chapter. The ramp up to Chicago has been an adventure in itself, one where I had to dispel my fears and challenge myself to leave the comfortable. That this leg of the story has been so brilliant-so full of love + support-is a gift, one that has given me the confidence to push on. I owe many people thanks for their parts in getting to here. I'm not scared of [...]

(Photo credit: Ken Light ) Four days + a wakeup, y'all. Every day I'm reminded as to why I'm going, what and who I'll miss, what I can look forward to in the future. I have a tremendous, ridiculous amount of work ahead of me. I am fairly certain that much of this will be an exercise in patience, discipline and flexibility. There's a decent chance that my goal of opening a retail art space might never happen in the way I envision it. But there's just as much chance that [...]

Eight days. I've already started feeling like the remaining days are going to be a blur, and yet still feel like they're going to creep along. I have some last-minute illustration work I want to knock out before the end of the month, that I'll post up as soon as I finish them out. I had an open studio/hangout salon this weekend. Many of the cool kids showed up, and I'm deeply humbled that so many of the people I care about wanted to go home with some of my work. In trying times and with [...]

(Astronaut illo stolen from done by Nikolas Wise .) Many of the cool kids showed up to my last night of tending bar in DC. I'm humbled-but a wee bit bothered-that I was referred to as a "DC institution". Ben's Chili Bowl is an institution. I'm just a guy who poured liquor. It's hard to leave my chosen family, and it's gonna crush me that I can't always see them. But I've got the makings of a new family in Chicago, and I'm looking forward to discovering [...]

Started some new drawings yesterday. I don't know what to make of what I'm doing, except that it's very much a kind of searching. We'll see. Today I've been working on new digital art. It's the first time this year that I've sat in front of a computer thinking about how to make pixels and vector points into something beautiful. Feels a bit like riding a bicycle after not having done it in years. I like what I've done so far, but the work still needs a lot of fleshing out before it's presentable. Also, today [...]

Sometimes I get the feeling that we're all just screaming into the ether, praying that someone responds. I wonder which is more important: the search for a connection, or that someone else arrives to dispel the loneliness. As I get older, I'm finding it harder and harder to find those connections. As I get older, I'm finding them more neccesary. I'm not entirely sure what I think about these thoughts, but they're what I woke up asking myself. Cut Copy - Hearts On Fire

Photo credit: Leetal Elmaleh Crazy realizations, in no particular order: 01. I tend bar four more times in the District of Columbia. Maybe four more times period. 02. I know far too many people. It's only a complaint in that there are so many of them I want to hug before I go, and it's starting to settle in that it won't happen for everyone. 03. I have been living in fear of being successful. The definition of "success" is a personal one, but this [...]
So I've started the culling: picking what I'm taking, what I sell off, what I give away. I'm a bit amazed at all the things I own. It's sort of embarrassing to have so much stuff, especially considering I use so little of it. I'm donating a shit ton of art supplies and gear to Art Enables . It's a great organization that encourages outsider art, and I'm grateful that they're able to use half-used paints, abandoned canvases and frames I never even unwrapped from their packaging. What I find funny [...]

So I've only recently become aware of the term FML, and it's quickly become part of my daily lexicon. Yes, yes, I'm certain that I am indeed the last man on the InterWebs to hear some new semi-clever acronym. Thanks for reminding me. This post isn't about that. But it got me thinking. So far, this year can be described thusly: full of awesome, punctuated by seriously terrible FML moments. It's sort of fucked up that it's the FML moments that spring to memory the quickest, but I suppose that's also how the human [...]

Work needs done, decisions need made, and all I want to do is watch cartoons and eat tater tots. Motivation is a precarious thing for me. This is the principle of inertia coming to bite me in the ass, since it's all I can do to roll out of bed today. So yeah. It may be an interesting to see how today is gonna turn out. Athlete - Airport Disco

So I've finished the last matryoshka piece that I'm doing for a while. I like how they wrapped up, and shaking up of the unintentional formula I was using is, at the very least, a new take on what's familiar. Mr. Skips dropped me this little nugget of Russian nesting doll cuteness: Designer Ben Schlitter makes these adorable matryoshka icon available for download. The website revamp is coming along at a glorious clip-I'm a little amazed at how much I've [...]

My sleeping habits have been for crap the past few days. I've been getting hammered by these weird mid-day naps that last for hours, the kind that come on and demand you take them. At night, I sleep for a couple hours at a stretch before my body just wakes up. I'm becoming something of a nocturnal man, which is troubling. I'm far more creative and productive in the a.m. Anyhow, enjoy the song. I feel a nap coming on. Kings of Convenience - Mrs. Cold

Small Matryoshka 37: Kiersten, 2009, Ink, beet juice, acrylic paint, varnish, paper, glue on canvas board, 43x53. For sale: $90. Please contact for sw@secretworm.com for more info. So I've been working on new mixed-media pieces, more matryoshka dolls, letting things evolve and distort themselves. I'm wrapping up a collection of 52 girls, running through the alphabet twice to arrive at names for them ( sorta like hurricanes, but, er, different ). I suspect the final ten, where I'm exploring what I've learned in terms of refining my technique and I'm really pushing against the [...]

A short, partially annotated list of lessons, in sequential order of having learned them: 01. Sometimes the sexiest words in the English language are please and thanks. 02. I have a rep as a man who likes the company of younger men. ( Note: This is maybe just a little true.) 03. It's always the little guys who are full of surprises. ( Note: Not all of them are pleasant.) 04. Crystal methamphetamine is a helluva drug. ( Note: This was learned through observation.) [...]
Japanese folkpop trio Sour's video for "Hibi no Neiro" was put together using little more than webcams, poster board and, most importantly, the active participation of their fans. Oddly modern yet super-lo-fi. (Hat tip goes to friend and photographer Barry Schmetter .)
I'm in a pretty gray place today. Last night was fun- Aaron Clement's DJ set at the W's Living Room made up for the the overpriced drinks and boo-worthy service. But last night also highlighted two really important things for me. The first is that I have awesome friends, and though I'm leaving town soon, they're still my people. I can't wait to show them how awesome Chicago is. The second is that, yeah, if there was any doubt before, I'm ready to make the jump. It's not that I hate [...]
So I'm doing my best to not fixate on Mr. Skips. I haven't done a very good job in this effort. We had a really great talk this week, and I threw all of my issues about the otherwise-amicable breakup on the table. It's not that anything got fixed-to be honest, I'm not certain that it's possible-but it felt good to finally say what needed to be said. What I hope is that given enough time, I'll be able to put this in perspective and be able to let go of my bullshit. It's hard to [...]

I'm not the type of guy who'll shy away from a good fistfight. That said, this is why you don't ever, ever fuck with clowns: At this point several of the Nazi's and Klan members began clutching their hearts as if they were about to have a heart attack. Their beady eyes bulged, and the veins in their tiny narrow foreheads beat in rage. One last time they screamed "White Power!" The clown women thought they finally understood what the Klan was trying to say. "Ohhhhh…" [...]

Friend and photographer Chandi Kelley is showing her latest photography series at Vivid Solutions , the sister space of the Honfleur Gallery . Her press kit says it best: Her "Timelines", inspired by the theme of memory and mystery, are constructed of bookends, antique books and wallpapers reminiscent of vintage patterns. Methodically photographed, the spines of the books function as a narrative reading from left to right. The text and image combine in a striking, evocative collection. I'm totally in love with how Chandi looks at the world. [...]