On Creation / Creative process

Whenever I try to force myself to write, it never goes over well. I’ll feign an organized, productive lifestyle by planning out little pockets of “creation time” throughout the week to tide the anxious, worried-about-the-future side of me over until the next bout of “I have to get my life together” strikes. But the creative…

Rock of Ages

There’s a piece that I wrote about four years ago, when I was in high school. Having always enjoyed playing with everyday objects in a way that tickles the humdrum of normalcy, I painted a lengthy portrait that likens our general lifestyle to climbing a ladder. It’s a long, murky piece full of remorse at…