Sketchbook
Hi all, I’m writing this from the garden. I’ve been finding a rhythm here — three posts a month — and it’s been amazing to notice what I want to share. When I asked aloud what this post should be about, Kyle immediately said: your sketchbook. And he was right. Subscribe to read more .....
Picture Book
Some mornings, the drawing feels like it could spill right off the page. The lines wander, the characters stretch, and the scene hums with motion. Other mornings, like today, the page needs a container. A place to settle. Subscribe to read more....
We moved to The Meadow in June. The boxes are still stacked in corners, the walls half-painted, the floors waiting for their turn. Every day, we step over tools, buckets, and dust, learning the rhythms of a house that is still introducing itself. It’s a work in progress — and so are we.
There’s a specific kind of silence that happens when you begin again. Not the quiet of starting fresh, but the kind that comes when you return ...older, more uncertain, and aware that someone might be watching. I’ve felt it at the start of a new sketchbook. On the
Hi all, I’m writing this from the garden. I’ve been finding a rhythm here — three posts a month — and it’s been amazing to notice what I want to share. When I asked aloud what this post should be about, Kyle immediately said: your sketchbook. And he was right. Subscribe to read more .....
Some mornings, the drawing feels like it could spill right off the page. The lines wander, the characters stretch, and the scene hums with motion. Other mornings, like today, the page needs a container. A place to settle. Subscribe to read more....
We moved to The Meadow in June. The boxes are still stacked in corners, the walls half-painted, the floors waiting for their turn. Every day, we step over tools, buckets, and dust, learning the rhythms of a house that is still introducing itself. It’s a work in progress — and so are we.
There’s a specific kind of silence that happens when you begin again. Not the quiet of starting fresh, but the kind that comes when you return ...older, more uncertain, and aware that someone might be watching. I’ve felt it at the start of a new sketchbook. On the
