“… Thanks,” I said, turning around, and lo and behold:
By now Randy’s looked up from his screen too, subtly pulling his earphones off, putting Beyonce on pause.
Maria smiles and introduces us.
“Thanks for all your hard work guys,” he says softly. Then, he notices the sheets on my desk. “Wait, is that vellum? Are you using vellum? Oh man, I remember when we used to use these…”
Then, a trip down memory lane about old art school practices. Chuckles. Short and sweet, he says another thanks before he walks over to Maria’s desk to tell her all about his adventures in Argentina, and how his kids can now speak better Spanish than him.
Randy and I exchange looks, then smirk. Did that just happen? I think that just happened.
He puts his earphones back on. I reshuffle my sketches.
Okay, back to drawing.1
Filing this under mini moments I want to remember — was cleaning out old photo folders today and saw this shot and immediately remembered this day from last November. I was still doing volunteer design work at 826 Valencia 3x a week then, and also remember hearing one staffer warn, “No one ask about his new book, he doesn’t read reviews!” and thinking, “What? Who?” before going back to drawing. Oops. Well hey, that made my week. ↩
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color