The only constant

Throughout my life I’ve considered myself different things: friend, lover, son, brother, dad, writer, artist. . . but for the last 30 years, to a large extent, I’ve cling tightly to one identity: graphic designer. I’m a good designer, a skilled craftsman. I’ve grown as a designer, taught design to college students, and worked as […]

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Om. . .

The past few weeks I’ve been trying to sell my art the local farmers market. Each time, I pack a tent, table, chair, drawing supplies, prints and originals and drive a few miles to St. Paul’s UCC and set up a little display of my work across from the produce stands. There’s a decent-sized crowd […]

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Let Them Eat Art

I can’t believe I neglected to post this here. . . This Friday, July 12th, I’m participating in a local art festival, and this art festival is perfect for me! I visited it last year, and as one participating artist told me, it’s different because at this art show the artists are expected to work […]

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Walking Alone

For the majority of my professional career I have taken walk breaks. Time out to walk the streets around wherever I’m working. Time to get up and move—like recess for grown-ups. Over the years I’ve had multiple walking partners, coworkers and friends, but for the majority of those years (at two different employers and during […]

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Sidecar

**I wrote this a while back. I submitted it to a short story magazine and was rejected, but I’m proud of it still** The motorcycle rattled and rumbled over the cobblestones in the old town square. The engine sputtered and spat smoke as it ground to a halt in front of the only brick building […]

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Catherine’s War

Several months ago I was recruited, by my editor friend Karen, to work on a book project. Originally, I was just recruited to design the cover (Karen was doing the interior). Actually, originally, I just recruited to consult on exporting a Word document to an epub file. I tested some things out and never got […]

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