Riding and occasionally drowning in the wave of The Void, the BIG Void, first zilch period, no long-term projects, in almost 25 years. Simultaneously liberating and terrifying, finding my way back to having a creative brain again or, rather, a creative brain able to concoct something interesting be it word, picture, word and picture, scrap metal, and/or any combination thereof. Perhaps more regular textual postings will appear here (as I've wanted before) but I do know that I've brought out my paints and canvi and am painting again. Seems to be a bridge / gap pursuit / release that yields things in those other media that I have slightly more than a fetus's ability at and even then – and an invaluable tool for returning to "play and explore," something I'm going to fight like hell to maintain going forward, no matter the medium. Think it was something I read / heard David Bowie say, that when he's stuck or empty, he turns to painting to reignite. If I'm going to take anyone's advice...