Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all of the money in the world, all the colors in the palette, anything you want—that just kills creativity.—Jack White Last Friday night, five days after Tom Brady became immortal, I went to see my friend, Patrick, play the drums in his uncle’s band at… Continue reading Doctors Without Borders/Time

For all of December and January, I had 22 Boston Beings (and their captions) hanging at Parish Hall Gallery at First Parish Church in Lexington. Two weeks ago, I had a super casual closing reception. I’ve been blown away with all the love and support the last two months (and the last two and a half… Continue reading This Is All Play

This is my friend, Melake: This is my friend, Martin: Every Wednesday morning during college, Melake would creep into Martin’s closet, after Martin had left for class, and assemble his favorite Martin outfit to wear all day. Melake called this weekly ritual, Martin Miercoles. Because alliterations are the best. Our junior year, Martin had gone home a… Continue reading Where’s The Beach, Man?