This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

I am fixated on summer...

I am fixated on summer as we creep into the long, cold season I prefer not to mention by name. Yesterday as I walked home from the coop, scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, I swear I smelled grilled sardines.

This took me back. I was transported by a smell. To a place, to a time, to a summer, to a dinner, to laughter, to wine overflowing. It was a welcome comfort.

by Balthazar Simões