I have cabin fever.


Here's a photo from a shoot I had on Sunday with Katie Johnson.

That's about all that I have to say.

we now have a green screen and lighting kit.

My Dad and his predicaments.

the finished shark bag for Lauren.

Related: SHARK WEEK

so here we are

We're going on three weeks now. Three weeks of zero motivation, very little energy, and what feels like an incapability to feel anything joyous, let alone positive.

This isn't me, at least I know that much. But the separation from the feeling doesn't loosen its grip on my state of mind.

I don't have any photographs to share, or bags to show off. No new projects. I look around my room and I have just about every tool one could imagine in order to make something pretty. I have a whole cabinet full of yarn with every size needle in double pointed, straight, and circular, I have multiple sets of prismacolor pencils, charcoal, graphite pencils, paint and paint brushes, drawing pads, sketchbooks, moleskines, colored paper...I have two guitars, an organ, a recording studio set, a film camera, my digital camera, a full lighting kit with backdrops in the garage...

I'm surrounded by tools for self expression and creation but all I want to do is throw the blankets over my head and be a hermit in my fleece hermit cave.