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Sketchbooks on Parade

March 17, 2013

I have several sketchbooks traveling the country (and Canada) this year through projects of the The Sketchbook Project (Art House Co-op) of Brooklyn, NY. If one comes to your town, I hope you’ll take the chance to seek it and its many friends on the road trips.

The Memoir Project

500 handwritten books from writers and illustrators around the globe.

Brooklyn – June 28-30
San Francisco – July 26-28
Washington, DC – August 16-18

The Mysterious Maps Tour

The Mystery Maps Tour asks you to make original maps of real and imagined places.

Providence, RI – June 13
Portland, ME – June 14
Montreal, Quebec – June 17

The 2013 Sketchbook Tour

11,000 sketchbooks on the road starting March, 2013. Check ’em out!

Brooklyn, Austin, Atlanta, Toronto, Chicago, Portland (OR), San Francisco, Chicago, and Los Angeles.

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Hope in Things Unseen

December 23, 2011

From this bank at this spot in summer I can always see tadpoles, fat-bodied, scraping brown algae from a sort of shallow underwater ledge. Now I couldn’t see the ledge under the ice. Most of the tadpoles were frogs, and the frogs were buried alive in the mud at the bottom of the creek. They went to all that trouble to get out of the water and breathe air, only to hop back in before the first killing frost. The frogs of Tinker Creek are slathered in mud, mud at their eyes and mud at their nostrils; their damp skins absorb a muddy oxygen, and so they pass the dreaming winter.

~ Footfalls in a Blue Ridge Winter, Sports Illustrated, February 4, 1974

Whenever I falter, when I find myself losing hope in the world, I read Annie Dillard, for surely there exists something bigger and greater than humanity to have created such a voice.

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My Vocation

July 16, 2011

I had my first cup of coffee this morning while I looked at a book that Lynn’s sister, Nancy, gave her for her birthday last March, Sketchbooks: The Hidden Art of Designers, Illustrators & Creatives, by Richard Brereton. I have decided that this is what I will call myself from now on. Whenever people ask, “What do you do?” I will answer not, “I’m a librarian” or “I’m an exercise physiologist” or “I’m a writer” or “I’m an artist”. Nope. From now on I’m going to say “I am a creative.” Not, “I am creative”, but “I am A creative.” Noun.