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...