There's So Many Different Places To Call Home

Last post of my summer. Thought I'd share some choice snapshots of my road trip to the East Coast. Go here to see an amazing little music video Rachel Idzerda created of the adventure.

I hope everyone had an enjoyable summer and are ready for the Fall.

Descended A Dusty Gravel Ridge

Was working on a comic for fun earlier this summer, decided to open it at a different point, so these pages have been moved elsewhere. Did I draw three pages of someone skipping rocks on an alien planet? yes. Does it make more sense in context? probably. But what you going to do really?

Barefoot in the shallow creek

I grabbed some stones from underneath

And waited for you to speak to me

Bixby Canyon Bridge - Death Cab for Cutie

Washing Off My Name

In The Ocean Washing Off My Name From Your Throat

I've been taking August fairly easy, Illustration wise. This is a small piece from an upcoming project. I'll continue to update this month, just unsure with what yet. Winging the last month of my summer.

Why in the Night Sky are the Lights Hung?

This is an Echo of the Pacific Blues. Where that piece was about feeling lost in this world, this one is more about being found.

We Found Each Other in the Dark

This piece, to me, acts as the beginning and the end to the past series of images, just depending on how you like your story to end. I didn't put in a word in this one, but if I had, it would have been BREAK.

Added in the black and white of the house because I felt it was fairly strong on its own.

Children Grown on the Edge of the Ocean

Children grown on the edge of the ocean

Kept like jewelry, kept with devotion

- Fleet Foxes

Easy As It Sounds, Never Quite As Easily Done

An Interlude