After all the talk and anticipation for my Chinese conversation class, it was canceled. So that means my new Chinese teacher is a 5-CD set (the cover of which assures me I'll learn Mandarin "in 4 simple steps!") from Multnomah County Library, sigh. Or anyone I can corner at the Asian grocery.
Even so, I've been too busy doing art to chat, in Mandarin or otherwise. Tomorrow we'll celebrate Em Space's third birthday, and you're all invited for the usual literary and artsy ambiance along with drinks, food, raffle prizes, and music.
I'm unveiling my latest small-edition book,
Saucymorons, Volume I, shown in a different format above and similar to how it'll look at the Em Space show.
These last pics are in here just because they're so Hopper-esque and it's not every day you can set type next to a locomotive. Sometimes they steam right by, and even though Em Space's space is about kid-unfriendly as they come—several guillotines and all that ink at knee level, just to name a couple features—I sure wished my son could be there to see, hear, and feel the rumble.