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London Town is Always Calling

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What is Black?

As we begin Black History Month, I was pondering what it means to be Black. Is Black a skin color? Is it a state of mind? Is it a lifestyle? What exactly is Black? Is it the way you look or act?  I know whites, asians, and latinos that act Black. Is it how you cary yourself? What exactly is acting Black anyway? Is it what’s inside or what’s outside you, or a combination of both? Since we have a Black president, we have transitioned into the so-called post-Back era, and just isn’t clear what Black means anymore. Oh well, I guess Blackness evolves just like anything else. It will be interesting to see what it means for my kid and hers. Who knows, by I hope this post Black enough for you.

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New pitch, much pain

We decided to play at Brooklyn Bridge park yesterday morning for the first time. The wind was gusting off the water and it was absolutely cold as a witches tit. The pitch was hard and partly frozen and was hard as a rock. We might as well have been playing on ice skates as guys, were busting there ass, myself included. As I write this with a sore butt, back and neck from my various times slipping, I want to tell whoever created that pitch to….STEP YOUR GAME UP!

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My Life, My Life, My Life, In the Sunshine!

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Hidden Talent

A few weeks before Christmas, I decided to make the little one a children’s book. It was an entirely new process for me and I didn’t have much time to get it done. I hadn’t really drawn since I was a little kid, and I hadn’t picked up a paintbrush in my adult life.

I make my living coming up with ideas, and have a good feel for design and aesthetic, but I never thought that I was “artistic”. The process was as interesting and lesson filled as the end result. After coming up with a narrative, a framework and characters, I spent what seems like a mini fortune buying paper, pens, crayons, chalk, paint, erasers, drawing pencils, glue, brushes, x-acto knives, etc. I dove in and kind of lost myself in the work.

There were plenty of mistakes along the way, but surprisingly not as many as I thought that there was going to be at the outset. It felt good to push past mental barriers and try something totally new. The book was powered by love which I have in abundance, conceptual thinking, and some hidden layers of artistic ability that I was able to tap to get it done. I learned a big lesson in the process of completing this project and I hope to keep exploring and growing that hidden talent.

I’ve chosen a few pages of the book of the book prior to scanning them and laying out the type:

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A week of snaps

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Connect the dots

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Occupy Again