March 31, 2008
For the Magik Show in Portland, opening in a few days, April 3rd.
Here is an image that has been stuck in my mind for sometime now, my old treehouse. It actually exists, looking a little ragged and sad, and none of us big boys can go up it anymore (lest we fall through the floor). There might be some kind of meaning to it – but it’s also just a drawing, so you can relax too, ok?
The weird lumpy guy reading the paper is my own invention though.