Trying my best to fill this damn sketchbook before I get home. Among other things. Mashing together my past and present, what I've seen with what I'm seeing, what I've made with what I'm making. Think I carved that squirrel in the ninth grade. Figure it all out when I get home, maybe. Sure would like to hang that Vulka tire I found on my walk yesterday, above my drawing table. And that tooth-like Clutch y Frenos sign parked near La Guera on the Libramiento...next to it. A beauty. Funny listening to RVU on itunes down here, typing this with dried gel medium on my fingers.
