Spring sprung for a brief February moment and I decided to run through the Pratt campus. It made me nostalgic for university life and slightly jealous of all the art students who were climbing in trees and building geodesic domes, etc. They have a lot of great public sculpture there and I was surprised by how much of it I’d never seen before. In the studio, I worked on a long parade drawing and the next day the winds came in to town and tried to blow down Brooklyn like an angry wolf. Music is Al Green preaching about love. So happy V. day and you’d better be good to me.
