June 1 2025

First, my thanks to everyone who sent kind words last month. My apologies to those I never responded to. I try not to make a habit of that.

I’m finally switching the newsletter over to substack. Yesterday I archived all my old newsletter posts on the blog tab on my website. Substack has subscription options but consider that more like a tip jar. I’m not putting this behind a paywall.

There’s a strange alternating pattern here, as I sift through the archives. A month of hope and joy and glee, a month of slow sad drudgery. April was bountiful. May has been a struggle. I can only hope the pattern repeats in June and I get to dance in the summer sun.

May was hard. A lot of work, not a lot of tangible art. I filled a couple sketchbook pages with loose characters. These guys loosely inspired by customers and colleagues and people I saw in the park,

This one a daydream about bunny softness.

The last week I’ve laid awake at night, daydreaming about how I’d fill this newsletter, how to share something about art and creativity and passion when most of what I’ve actually done this month is pace about and have anxiety. I don’t want to write a newsletter about having anxiety. But I can make art about it, in a last minute frenzy, and I think that’s a serviceable way to bridge the gap.

This comic is rough. I’m keeping the first draft, in most places. Sketchy lines. Typos. My N key loves to go off twice when i hit it. Behind the scenes realness.

Big props to my partner, who worked their ass off this month to plan and craft the perfect new bedroom for us. I do love it a lot.

Thank you for joining me here. I hope June treats us all well.