A few days beyond seven have passed since the beginning. Much has been done, much more needs to get done. Omaha has treated me and my fellow residents exceedingly well–cheap and good food, happy hours at all hours, bowling, donuts, supportive staff, and just what was promised; time and space. So much time for reflection and work has been idyllic, though I’m feeling some nondescript sort of pressure of a sort that I haven’t felt since I was a student. Maybe thats a good thing, maybe I’ve been too complacent, too lazy in my thinking and production. Maybe its a bad omen, or just the double-edge of practice: assurance and doubt. Either way, I’ve been able to play in the studio–which I’ve missed since moving to NY–experiment with new materials, and get a decent amount of drawing done. Onward.






