I used to play by the train tracks when I was small and make rubbings on tracing paper of wood, pennies, and leaves. Now when I sketch, I still take the time to delight in the textures of things. They are the rubbings of childhood, traced sensations of the world around me. It is like kneading bread, the warm, living dough in our working hands. We touch on the surface of things and let them in with the rhythms of the pen and pencil on the skin of trees.
Taking the plunge and quitting the day job to make art full time! When I was a kid, I had a dream in which someone told me that if you write with your childhood pen, you will always be in love. I knew this didn’t mean something romantic. It meant a way of being alive in the world.