Coffee shop art looks like caffeine feels.

This place looks interesting. Tacoma has many secrets.

Here’s a fascinating Tumblr (and exhibition) of rodeo photos

Elizabeth Selby’s oil paintings look like they’re based on photographs - but I think they’re actually paintings of photographs - the “selfie” is the subject of the painting. (It’s a painting of a photo of a person not a painting of a person).

The most recent page in my 100 Doodles newsletter project where I find coffee and a truck.

If I’m early to Seattle I’ll stop for coffee at Elm Coffee Roasters and finish up my train doodles before I go in to work.

I started digging through this essay last night - I’m not finished and I’m not sure what my take is on it - but I think it raises some worthy points. I do like the term “hypermodern”.

I wonder how Affinity Photo compares to Procreate. I love Procreate - I’ve never had a better digital painting experience. Affinity has a great desktop app and I’d love to bounce between mobile and desktop.

A little practice portrait from an email marketing photo this morning.

A friend of mine - an abstract painter - has been working on a barn quilt. Colliding worlds

I decided to walk to catch the train today because parking has become a nightmare. I’m looking at all these concrete and brick walls that have been patched and painted over for years. They make these great accidental art.

A poster for my work at the wine shop.

Wednesday truck drawing.

A sketch from an old photo found on the internet.

The most recent page in my 100 Doodles newsletter project where I find a new place to draw

Grind two small cans of pimentos with two cakes of Neufchatel cheese, and season with a little salt. If the mixture is too dry add a little oil of pimentos. Spread on thin slices of lightly buttered white bread. Place two together and cut into fancy shapes

The most recent page in my 100 Doodles newsletter project where I contemplate the zen of commuting.

One thing I like about John Baldessari’s work having the distinct impression that he’s f_ing with me.

When I hung my paintings up in the local wine shop - I forgot to put my name on anything. Whoops. So I made a sign…