scrawl

surrealism 2



on the walls
This is yet another of the very few framed prints of my work, this one adorning the walls of a friend’s home. I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but it’s such an honor.

by howard

January 9th, 2011

surrealism



on the walls at IFractal

I’m fortunate enough to be supported by people I truly admire. It’s a phenomenal thing to realize.

by howard

January 8th, 2011

the long road



by howard

January 6th, 2011

note cards, anyone?



time stops for no one...

When I first launched Analog Impulse note cards, part of me feared it would be the type of venture that would leave me with nothing but a glut of inventory I’d never get rid of. Thankfully, that hasn’t been the case. The production budget for the first series of cards was paid for before they even went to press, thanks to pre-orders and investors.

With the new year drawing near, I’ve been discussing plans to make some changes to the note card model. This will probably entail closing out the first series and offering a set of new haiku on a second series. So, for a limited time, the price for a half-dozen of these note cards has been reduced until the end of the holiday season or until inventory runs out – whichever comes first.

To take advantage of this pricing, you can order through analogimpulse.net or Etsy.com. (Orders placed by Wednesday, December 15, 2010, will have a money-back guarantee if not delivered before December 24, 2010.)

Indy Hall



Indy Hall decal

I’ve been spending time at Independent’s Hall in Old City since the beginning of November. It’s what’s known as a coworking space. Not merely office space rental like your local Fedex Kinkos, but a place created by the kind of independent and creative people it’s meant to benefit.

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