My one-thousandth post. Took me seven years. A lot of time and work. I wonder now, have I accomplished anything? Was I even trying to? Have I gotten back what I put in? Absolutely.

I started doing all this when I was twenty years old, jobless, and in college. Thought employers might like it. Turns out they did. It brought me 2,700 miles to California, and changed my life forever.

I’m twenty-seven now, and still at it. After seven years, my work now rests in the homes of good friends and total strangers. The times I live in have allowed it to be seen and appreciated by tens of thousands of people, across entire oceans and languages. Weird and awesome to think about. I never set out to accomplish any of these things, but I’m glad I have. I’m sure this is all sounding a bit pretentious, but I don’t care. I am proud of what I’ve done here.

My good friend, Anthony Madlangbayan, or as I like to call him, Mr. Madlanghootandholler.

Done a lot of projects and eaten a lot of lunches with this man. Worked side-by-side with him for over five years. He’s the type of person that’d take ten steps backwards, if it meant helping someone else get one step forward.

A little over a year ago, I was invited to see him and his wife Stacie exchange vows. Just two weeks ago, they had a baby girl.

Couldn’t be happier for them, they’re gonna do great, and I wish them the world.

Whenever I blow my nose, it reminds me of a Rorschach test.

So much fun making these little sculpts. Specifically because I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

Said the same thing six years ago. The difference is, I thought it was artistic then. Now I see it’s just cowardice, and hurting what’s important. I’m trying.

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