I hit the clay again.

Just a few of the latest sketchbook drawings.

Je suis Charlie! This shook me to the core. 
Everyday the news make me feel nauseous, sometimes cry, sometimes I have to avoid them eintirely.

I saw the bottom of the laundry hamper, it was like a meeting of the third kind.

                    Convex kissing. Almost eleven years married and boy oh boy do I love the man.