Language is God.

Typography is His body.

The first California rain.
The sensation of the precipice.

Chenelle and I are producing a series of one acts by women. It’s all new work so please! Submit your stuff! And please! Repost on your Internet haunts! The deadline is December 15th. Our Facebook group has all the details.

Sent off the prints for the Greenville Presents show. Very pleased with how they turned out. I do best with juggling many projects, my attention span is terribly short, but invariably that means some never get finished and some slip through my fingers. The ones that slip away cause me a great deal of anxiety. I like faithfulness, I like knowing deeply. Even so, I am learning that not everything ought to be completed. It’s alright to let some things go. But it’s the discernment I am having difficulty with. I’m never sure when to be faithful and see something through and when to release. Maybe that’s a knowledge that comes with age and experience. For now my filter seems to function by piling it all on thick, seeing what has the strongest hold. I’m busy, and I like that.