Someone asked me what happened to Juliet Rome. Musing about beauty seems small and inconsiderate in the context of a border crisis, new global tensions, civil unrest and more discordance than I’ve seen in my lifetime. They are a dark subtext for pretty words. From our tree house I watch…
Me, inspired by an Instagram post: I’d like to enjoy a hot drink inside a greenhouse. J: Go do it. Me: Can’t. Have too much work. J: Oh, stop being so German. I’ve been thinking about my life under the cloche and how we all default to a space. My…
I’d love to accomplish more, and I’ll be the first to say I can hyperfixate on one thing to the exclusion of everything else. Returning to the subject of grid paper and the idea that we can give too many things too many squares in life and lose our balance, we’ve…
I need to finish paginating (appropriating pages of content) a 56-page magazine for a client today. Our senior art director declared he won’t design another page without knowing what he’s got to work with. He’s dual-designed every page he’s touched as both left- and right-facing because I haven’t done what…
Before we walked a public skyway connecting hotels and popular public spaces. I see it from the ground now and realize it’s become a metaphor for life. We’re all, whether saying goodbye to a loved one as we just have or trying to keep our shoulders back in the middle…
I’m thinking about a T-shirt we bought our (then) senior art director years ago. “Spellers untie” ran unceremoniously across the back. He couldn’t spell to save his life. Actually, I’m thinking about the word picture of that knot, how twisty I am and how paradoxical our lives can be. I…