Sat in the front window of my favorite coffee shop today watching the rain and trying to come up with a concrete idea that will absorb all of these butterfly rumblings in my head. I’m starting on two paintings today. One not too big and one not too small. I was looking over my sketchbooks for a jumping point and came across an entry from spring of last year that I wrote on a day much like today while sitting in this same spot. I did a sketch of Broad and people were rushing around to avoid the weather. One person I remember clearly was a mammoth of a man under a child sized Mickey Mouse umbrella running across the street to wait under an awning. It’s strange.

