I’m lucky. Many of my friends are creative people. Some are artists, others are photographers while others still just look at life in a different way. Being around these people is inspiring. Even after all these years and all these visits. Walking into a studio is like taking a hit of pure oxygen. Color, swatches, brushes, prints, books, sketches. Labeled in pencil, completed over time, with care. With purpose they craft all sorts of strange things. Kept for future reference. Colored evidence of past, present and future deeds. Often times their desk is quiet when I arrive. Waiting for something good to happen after I leave.
