We Are True North!
Sorry, not sorry, it’s the way I feel! Mark
Sorry, not sorry, it’s the way I feel! Mark
I am not sure why Desiderata strikes such a chord with me, perhaps it is being a child of the 60’s, when flower power meant something and the world marched…
Give me a mouse, a decent sized monitor and I can work magic moving pixels around the screen. Give me a sketchpad, a pencil and an hour and immediately I…
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I had a large roll of white paper, the kind you cover tables with before a church bazaar. My older…
There is something about the call of a loon deep in the night across still waters, that mixture of loneliness, desolation and disconnectedness that dives deep into your soul and…
You would think with a week off I would have had more time for sketching. Sadly it was a busy week, almost had to go back to work for a…