I am a bit of a lover of games. On more than one occasion many have pointed out that life and art camp are two different things and I should try harder to keep them separate.
Tag Archives: out of the mouthes of babes
sleeping your way to the top job
A month ago, I lost my job, quite unceremoniously.
Conversely, when I got the job, 20 years ago, it was quite spectacular. (Several months prior, I had to sleep with someone to ensure I would get it. Don’t tell my mom.)
The first day of work there was blood, sweat and tears.
I love you more than cheese
The cards that accompany the artwork that leave my studio are the very best part of the gift. They are both hysterical and heartfelt.