Recircled Christmas

I have STACKS and stacks of paper left over from other projects, stolen from airplanes, gifted from old ladies' attics, found roadside, etc. These stacks, which will absolutely kill me, are also where I turn when I need to make cards. Thank YOU, circle template.










This is paper leftover from a coaster consignment for Little Amps Coffee Roasters. The original paper had come from a euro-bin in Florence. Because I'm really, really fancy.
























Once, i found maps. I have no idea where. But they are a strange blend of French and German, and I have used them for a thousand different projects and will cry like a child when I come to the end of them.

Misdirection

I taught a cardboard workshop to wonderful, imaginative people in Ms. McClymont's seventh grade art class on Friday. Check out these portraits of Woody Allen. Maybe I'll try to send them to old Woody. (Probably not.)























Woody Allen drawing lesson: by Liz















by Bethany, 7th grade















by Eli, age 5.























by John, 7th grade



























by Ryan, 7th grade





























by Macy, 7th grade

Poem for a Wednesday.

In that land there's a winter (The Tallest Man on Earth)

(There's also this song you should hear.)

The Verisimilitude show

Verisimilitude
(n) (or truthlikeness) is the quality of realism in something.

Midtown Cinema is celebrating its 10-year anniversary this month, and the kind folks in charge asked me to create a series of film director portraits.

So I did.

















I just like going into strange worlds
(or, David Lynch)