• I made a really wonky stool today. I think I am going to turn it into a painting because it sure as hell ain’t gonna work as a chair.
  • Pine wood is so weird to work with. You cut it and it leaks. It’s the wood version of bleeding out. Bleeding wood has to be a beautiful metaphor for something.
  • My fortune cookie luck game is whack. All desserts and snacks should come with fortunes or prizes. I’m going to eat a pint of ice cream and hope to find that cool decoder ring that I could never find in the cracker jacks.

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You’d be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside - walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It’s the saddest thing I know.

Speak- Laurie Halse Anderson

I feel like I have been making words all day, but I want a reason to put together a sentence. In my mind illustrations are sentences and words and paintings are novels.