Time is different when you’re retired. It slows down. But you know what doesn’t slow down? Snowstorms.
It was about 15 years ago that I painted my last watercolor. Since then I switched to almost 100% digital illustration. The long-term affect is that I no longer have the ability and familiarity with watercolor. With retirement, I’ve made a commitment to get back into traditional media, starting with watercolor, knowing full well that watercolor has, with a couple exceptions, been an extremely difficult medium for me to figure out. Coming from an oil …
Semi-Retired Is Like “Sorta Pregnant”
In which I announce my semi-retirement from the design biz, and ramble on and on about the “Good Ol’ Days” like every other old retired fart.
Loss, Second Lives, and a Soft Retirement
It’s been a long two-weeks to flatten the curve. Honestly, it feels a lot more like seven months (but who’s counting?). Cases are up. It’s amusing how the media are fixated on the total cases. They’re always growing! Yeah. Cumulative lists are like that, you idiots! But if you look just a little harder, you might discover that little percentage number that even the Health Department seems reluctant to highlight. That’s the number of recovered …