Old Diaries

I've been drawing and painting since I was a little boy. I remember, when I was five or six, in Alaska, my mother cutting up paper bags for me to use, scrawling pictures. It's been a casual hobby all my life, but in the past ten or fifteen years it's become more...

27 June -- Venice The flight over wasn't unusual. The expected lines and idiots. I got clubbed over the head by a minimum-wage moron with a metal-detecting wand. The scorns that patient merit from th' unworthy take. The insolence of gormless. Business class was...