Where we live isn’t a place known for graffiti or problems with tagging, but there are a few places where people have left their marks in public places that feel enchanted. This is one of them: No idea what these marks mean or signify, & I don’t want...
I’m reading Memories of John Lennon, collected in book form by Yoko Ono. Reading this book feels very much like attending a memorial service in introvert form with people who may not have even known the deceased very well coming up and giving short personal...
2013. For awhile our small town had a full-sized multi-room warehouse art store. And I compulsively bought some things, even though I am not an “artist”. I bought a sketchbook. I bought black india ink and nibs and a nib-holder. I bought a waterbrush. I...
Inktober It’s that time of year again. The time when I have (not-really-grand) plans to participate in Inktober, but to just enjoy practicing drawing something every day in October. I love the *word* “Inktober” and the invitation at a magical spooky back-to-school...
Note: this is just the first part (and delayed publishing) covering my experience on the September 2021 Ink Flight. This is the second Ink Flight I’ve taken (via the Ink Journal subscription box), and quite a delight. Here it is the morning after, and I’ve...
I love The Finisher's Journal: substantial paper (holds up to most of my fountain pen inks with no bleeding), luscious-feeling cover, lay-flat binding, daily pages, and 3-month singular superfocus.
