Dearest Mausolea and Cryptos,
June is off to a chilly start here in NYC. I haven't noticed much because I've been spending a lot of time whistling in a graveyard. If you come to Green-Wood Cemetery next weekend you can catch me spooking up the electro-torch-lit mausoleum of a long deceased art collector, brandishing my soundsword enhanced with two more guitar pedals. The raw bass will conduct your bones.
Next month is the Creative Capital retreat at EMPAC in Troy, NY. I have 5 minutes to present aproject I've been working on for a while. Right now it's a novel in its 2nd draft, written over early morning coffee and in nap-time-length chunks over the last year and a half, since I became a dad. On top of that, I've been creating some concept art to go along with it, like the one below.