Muji paper bag, found material. Milano, Italia, January 2012.
As Stephen King used to address his imaginary interlocutor…
Dear Reader,
Conscious of my erratic posting frequency lately and sudden absences and reappearances, I feel it is right to append few words to this latest image and not once more slink out without, if not an explanation, at least a taste for things to come.
To the handful of Sketchbloom aficionados, a reassurance that this digital sketchbook has many pages yet to be filled.
This hiatus was a leavening and not the intermittent sputtering of an engine about to give out.
I have been traveling and working within and without, intensely, compiling new travel material and unearthing little gems to share from the past four years.
Call it a spring cleaning of many, many drives that was long overdue and undertaken in the mind first and, secondarily, going through storage media in different geographies.
It’s going to be a long, luscious end-of-summer, of images like frames of a wanderer’s life-movie , of odes to my father that will live next to art made by hands, of necessary, daily making, of teaching…and thoughts, words and warmth that become memories and poetry.
I finally (finally!) feel caught up and organized, ready to knock out creative projects I have flirted with for years. Along with the biggies, a lot of posts ready to be shared.
My cardboard suitcase is always packed, and I’m taking you with me.
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