Good Morning

Quiet Saturday morning and the house is still asleep. The thoughts and ghosts in the mind of have faded to the background. The “Now” has moved forward on the stage. I’ll blink and the rush of day will take over. But for now I’ll drink in and be nourished by the moment and remember to come back to it, the now, in the rush later.

ICON 6 Notes: Some Talking Heads

Here are my notes from the ICON 6 conference. Four days of intense illustration worlds. I was a freeway commuter this time around. Traveling from Long Beach to Pasadena every day. Beautiful Hotel, I saw many good friends and made some new ones. I had a work gig Friday afternoon and missed what I heard was the best of the conference speakers. But overall a good show with lots of divergent points of view to digest. My favorite was Istvan Banyai. He's point of view that working from the inside out, not the outside in resonates with me. Plus his stubborn resistance to the status quo was a hoot.

I left the conference with a big buzz of illustration. Today I slept 10 hours + a one nap to recover

Directions & some ICON 6

The Illustration conference Icon 6 is in Pasadena this weekend. I was at the opening night Thursday. Intense. The industry is always changing due to technological changes. The eternal timelessness of story telling doesn't. Yeevgeniya Mikhailik was showing her work at the ICON Road Show. If you didn't see it there, check out her website: http://yevgeniyadraws.com Her works exhibits wonderful drawing and story telling.

Meeting Notes

Here are my meeting notes for you to compare with yours.

I come in to the two days of meetings with fresh optimismism
I feel a little lost at the intensity of the information presented

Fin

I went to the library to return a book

I went to the library to return a book. A giant tree branch falls in front of me blocking the entrance. If I was a few steps quicker the tree would have been on me. I find a free parking spot in downtown Los Angeles during a working day. I decide to do my favorite downtown walk around MOCA and Cal Plaza. It was fun, enjoyable, and safe. I get into my car to leave, glance at the hillside of Bunker Hill and see two homeless men sitting on a park bench. One hands the other a glass pipe and lights it for him. The other inhales, his eyes roll back into his head and his body starts to convulse wildly. I think to call 911. Before I could his eyes open, his head starts moving rapidly side to side and I can see he is talking to his friend in what must be a rap of the incoherent. I thought it was going to be just another ordinary day. Maybe it was.