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I was in a most southern part of Virginia, eight hours from home, in a sleepy prison camp that bordered North Carolina. Exercising my pencil to pass the time. Doing reflective pieces that often swung the lens around on either myself or the culture around […]

Found this sheet of random emotive sketches of Excel I did in 2004. More of the same wasting of time but doing something meaningful. I swear I won’t put all my random sketches on this blog/site thing. There’d be thousands of entries no one would […]

It snowed so much the night before in DC, that they cancelled school. For some reason, I was of the mind that they should not “waste” this snow day doing things that the gravity of boredom might bring them to do (video games, endless cable […]

Digging around the basement, I discovered this pen & ink I did in 1995. I was working on a series of pieces since discovering new methods of stippling with the pen. A lot of it was reflective and critical of the times. I was in […]

This is an interesting period. I fell flat on my face creatively and in many other facets of life. I had awaken from a drunken blur in October and began talking. Buzz and a host of other figures kept me company as I worked around […]

When I decided to purchase the Canon macro 100mm lens, I feel in love with what I could do with it. It’s such an intimate lens for a big world that seems a little crowded at time. I used it on a production early this […]

Mark and Christine Cato allowed our cameras to visit them one morning at their Morningside home in Pittsburgh, PA. They have two sons, Devlin and Lucien, and several pets as well as three chickens in their backyard. The chickens provide them with eggs and often […]

We were so elated to find out we were big winners at the LA Web Fest. I treat project like a proof of life. I have to go out, pretty much every day and explore everything around me and this is the result of that […]

Are this Bugle Boy jeans that you’re wearing? Why yes, they most certainly are (were). Standing in front of my father’s Grand Prix, Gerald and I posed for a picture. We had just left our house on Bessica street and moved a ways up the […]

Erica had written a lullaby for our son Excel when he was a baby. I pushed Erica to perform for us a cappella and I’m glad she did. We were in Pittsburgh at my mother’s office with our white screen set up and an open […]