I'm just putting this image here, so that in two months' time — when my Arizona blood is quailing at the thought of a Utah winter, when I wrack my brain for any possible reason why I have not moved from this barren tundra of winter waste during the warmer months, when I despair at the thought of another six months of snow-slicked roads, clenched muscles and gritted teeth — I will look at this and remember: this is why you stay, year in and year out.

A few weeks ago, our paper rep from Zellerbach/Xpedex contacted me about a project they were working on, a gift box of mini-prints on sustainably harvested paper in celebration of Earth Day, and asked if I'd be interested in participating. The deadline was insane, so I pulled out my sketchbook and thumbed through to see if I had any ideas that would fit the theme.

About six years ago, when I was living on the Big Island of Hawai'i, I had the opportunity to visit the hives of Big Island Bees. That was my first exposure to the world of beekeeping, and I walked away with more than a jar of their white organic Ohi'a Lehua honey. I left wondering if I could ever do something like that — I had felt a weird affinity there, strangely at home with the idea, despite the fact I'd never owned so much as an ant farm growing up, and had always been a little timid around bees.

Last week I got back from a quick weekender to Los Angeles with Dave, Jac, and Jac's brother-in-law Mason. We drove out to see our friend Josh get a $30,000 scholarship to FIDM's Debut program, to photograph some dresses from a collection he's been working on, and to just get the hell away from this relentless chill.

Look, this much is certain, Robyn is a busy, busy woman. I don’t know how she does it, but she is everywhere, on every track, and she is killing it every time — and I, for one, welcome our new robotic overload.

This past Saturday, Dave and I drove out to the shore of the Great Salt Lake. The whole area is a study in gorgeous desolation: a bizarre amalgamation of a long-forgotten Coney Island-esqe amusements, Soviet-style refineries, and blasted heaths.

My friend and long time co-worker/collaborator Steven Stone has recently released a pretty comprehensive portfolio of his work.

Tuesdays are rapidly becoming my default painting days: I typically have little to prep for Wednesday's work, there's left-overs in the fridge from Monday, and Dave volunteers at the library 'til late.

Christopher Dowling commissioned me to draw a fewheadcuts for the contributing photographers in his upcoming publication, Printed. Judging by the calibre of its participants, Printed promises to be an incredible piece, and I'm thrilled to be involved.

About a year ago I decided to take some time off from this site to reevaluate what exactly I was doing here. This was prompted by a few things: some shake-ups on the homefront that left a lot of my emotions too close to the surface for my taste