Geetar-playing reference and then-some.

John Calvin at the AGO.

A morning sketch of the moon.

On Lobsters

Posting's been a little non-existent lately, leading to a bit of a costuming cliff-hanger here for which I apologize. I've been involved in some interesting endeavours the last month or so learning about textiles, fabric printing processes, muscles I never knew I possessed ("Oh, hello! I don't think we've met!"), how to fix Christmas lights, and other life-saving skills. It's been a highly enjoyable month and I'm deeply grateful for the opportunities served on my plate.

So I bring you a childhood memory:

Lobsters.


A month or two ago at a friend’s wedding my twin and I both discovered an extremely obscure memory of our first introduction to lobsters. There was an open lobster tank standing in the middle of a brown-tiled grocery store. It was filled with lobsters sporting unsecured pincers that could pinch off your fingers -(SO DON’T PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE TANK).

p.s. More Uncle Antlers costuming to come soon!