Nostra Nova...Found my drawing this morning in storage. I remember talking to Ben awhile back (or at least him talking to me) about the idea of this drawing sitting in my basement. Ben had rightly made a observation that I have let my work/passions/whatever you want to call it sit un-touted in a dark and moldy basement. I know that he wasn't making the comment viciously or even ill-mannered at all -- but he was right. I really ought to get this drawing matted and framed.
Anyway, it's been somewhat of a cathartic exercise in going through the old stuff. I am looking forward to the time when I have gone through everything and separated things into their rightful place.
