Here’s the story: I drew a giraffe; And I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. I used a random, yellow, wooden pencil that I sharpened with a pocket knife. I drew it on a piece of blue paper because that’s what was sitting on my desk. I drew it over the course of about two
Some friends of mine own a local coffee shop and roastery called Old World Coffee Lab. They roast some of the best coffee you can buy in Reno. If you’re ever in town and you care about yourself at all, please visit them and enjoy some really great coffee. Anyway, a while ago they started
I wanted to be an artist when I was little. I tried to hold on to that dream but gradually over time two things began to eat away at my innocent goals. First, the world kept telling me that art isn’t a real career; only people like doctors and lawyers make money; money is what
When I was a kid we made a lot of “forts”. I mean a lot of forts. Forts all – the – time. Of course as a kid a fort was as simple as a piece of wood leaned against a fence, a pile of broken up concrete from a sidewalk, an “igloo” of tumble
The concept When I was a kid I remember holding a bucket over my head and walking into a lake. As the rim of the bucked reached the water the noise and chaos of the beach dissolved away and I was suddenly in a beautiful tranquil world lit with soft shimmering light. The sweet
Who doesn’t love tree houses? Who doesn’t love forts? (Okay, if you answered “me” to any of these questions you can follow this link to something more suited to your liking. If you didn’t then you’re a normal human and I encourage you to read on.) I’ve wanted to build a cool treehouse ever since