i miss babka

babka is truly a glorious food.

more on my six day urban vision quest later,
preferably after i sleep for a long, long time.

snow, music & brooklyn

a quick illustration of my feelings these days.
i don't want vermont to built over and turned into a city.
i just wish there could be the human culture and vividness -
without the loosing the smell of trees.

last night i painted about twelve pieces while listening to a dubstep group called Burial. it's wild how with the right music, my art is so urban. i suppose it always has had city influences of power poles and street lights, sprays of sparrows against flat orange sunsets. but this work.. this says, hey, i live in a city. i know these buildings. i know the way that people get to know each other - or rather, how they could if they were willing.
brooklyn is calling. adventure is at hand.
soon.
but until then, vermont is still her beautiful, feral self.

there's about four? six? inches of snow outside that definatly was not predicted by the weather mystics & their fancy radar.
everytime it snows i wonder if it will be powder or snowmansnow.