I took my parents to MOCA, and we had a nice time. Here’s some sketches of my mom and I.
I spoke on a panel at Dartmouth College a couple days ago, as well as ran a zine workshop. New England tends to feels a bit itchy to me – something about the mix of colonial revival architecture and spring pollen and in Hanover, the somewhat overbearing J. Crew sort of whiteness. It is beautiful, though, and I had a very intimidating cruller french toast at Lou’s.
I’m still fairly buried under the last round of edits for my Route 66 book(but you’ll be able to read 160 pages of travel adventures sooooon…well, much later this year, or early 2018). But here’s a painting of the Blue Mesa formation at the Petrified Forest National Park, as well as Bug’s first visit to my favourite national park.