Todays a day so will tomorrow be.

screenprinting is for thinkers.

things will always change. screenprinting will always stay the same. the repetition stakes its claim.

beautiful...more pictures to follow.

tim and i are in the studio. listening to music, pretending there's more than a week until we hang the show.

there's not.

for not really being a part of the artistic process at all, i'm pretty excited about the next month. to see something physical take shape out of an abstract idea. i remember talking to tim on the phone in august. he was in portland, i was in my backyard enjoying a cool late summer evening. and we first talked about a screen printing studio; a collective. of course, it sort of felt like any of the other million ideas we've had.

[i.e. it was a great idea. and would remain just an idea]

now, eight months or so later, we're about to show our first collection of art. we're now more than an idea, we're the infantree llc. [not that i know what that means]
it's just pretty humbling to watch yourself trip, stumble and fall into something bigger than you are. and to walk that journey with a friend doesn't know why anymore than you, but will keep pushing forward with you. so, i'm excited about this show, but more i'm excited about what the infantree can become.
so one week from today, we'll hang works from philly, south korea and lancaster on the walls of a little cafe on prince street. you should probably come check it out.

and we'll keep pushing forward. finding out who we are. and the journey...that's the point.

read this comic

i think it's quite funny.

so there's this website called moo...

i just got a small package in the mail from them. see, you can get these rad little cards printed by them. basically, they're mini business cards. the crazy thing is they'll print up to 100 different images on the front. for $20. it's legit.

mine came via the royal post this afternoon. it made my day. they are pretty.

i like small pretty things.

like lillie. she's small and pretty.
and my baby.

1984

interesting remake of the old apple 1984 ad. obama for the mac generation.

this blog.

i had grand intentions when we started this blog. i was sure my deep musing would find their way to the pages and grant awe and wonder to all who read them.

they haven't.

oh well.

but i want to use this blog. if only because i think it's rad. so i'm going to start updating it with thoughts and links. pictures and video. things that inspire and challenge me. or that i just happen to think are funny or beautiful.

the infantree is rising. we're just not sure what it is yet.

SHOW CHANGED

Our Prince St. show previously scheduled to open on the first friday in March is now going to open of the first Friday in April. Sorry about the confusion. We're as frustrated as you are.

[the infantree rising]

we've been asked by the prince street cafe here in lancaster to hang a show for the month march. we'll be showing an infantree collective show from february 27-march 25. the show will include pieces from member artists, tim, sonya, mike and mipa. it's a really rad chance for us to have our stuff seen by a broader audience.

we'll be having a first friday opening the evening of march 2nd. come and check it out. get a latte and check out the infantree.

more info to follow

[birth is something worth much more than just today]

theinfantree.com version II is alive... www.theinfantree.com. thanks to the illustrations by mipa lee, several shots of expresso, itunes, and a single class i took in college. i have also been alive for exactly 23 years as I am writing this...birthdays are just another day to remember that staying a child gets increasingly difficult. And days are just lifes way of of counting the laps of the stars. But without measurement we would be free, and freedom is too scary for most.

one week from today, i'll be a father

that statement is so emotionally tangled. i couldn't be more scared/excited/worried/happy if i tried. i'm so aware that i'm standing on the edge of change. it's one of those, do i jump or don't i? kind of changes. and then time just launches you over the edge. i'm pretty sure i'm not ready, i'm also sure no one ever is. i'm quite sure i'll mess up, but so did my dad. it comes with the territory i guess. most of all, i can feel my heart stretching, overflowing with love for this little person i've yet to meet. i'm just about ready for his/her grand entrance onto the stage of life.

i'm also scared to write. but i have to. it grows, claws from within me; to express, to create. and i have to try. i believe success is much more about trying than it is about not failing.

i want to find dreamers like me. people who are honest about themselves, about their fears. idealists, ones whose imagination hasn't yet been stolen. artists, poets, big kids, those whose feet may be tired from the journey yet their hearts beat for change.

come walk with me awhile...