Erica and I are going through a pretty huge studio upheaval.  We’re moving and pushing and stretching and throwing shit and sweating.  I’ve been making peace with getting rid of shit that’s been haunting me from the corners of my sketchbooks and disposing of various other failures.  It feels great.  This is a in part also to give me a wall to work on.  I’ve been happy with stuff in my sketchbooks but nothing i’ve made that’s larger than the size of a xerox has made me very happy.  So I moved my desk and now i got a big ol’ wall to throw some paint/graphite/doo doo at.  I haven’t worked on art standing on my feet since college.  I feel pretty excited.