I set out this year to draw every day. I have only missed a few days. When you work 14 hours in one day you tend to collapse at the end. However, I find myself frustrated that my ideas for art and narrative far outstrip my ability to execute them. Alas this is where I am at.

There is a maze in the desert carved from sand and rock. A vast labyrinth of pathways and corridors a hundred miles long, a thousand miles wide, full of twists and dead ends. Picture it… a puzzle. You walk, and at the end of this maze is a prize just waiting to be discovered. All you have to do is find your way through. Can you see the maze? Its walls and floors, its twists and turns? Good, because the maze you’ve created in your mind is itself the maze. There is no desert, no rock or sand. There is only the idea of it. But it’s an idea that will come to dominate your every waking and sleeping moment. You’re inside the maze now. You cannot escape. Welcome to madness.

Person wearing a cicada as a mask.

Getting through the weekend looking forward to fixing my wife’s car and doing art.

The masks fell to earth. I say masks loosely. They were masks in the same way the shell of a cicada is a mask.

Trying out rumble.