I painted an elephant as a joke.

“At one point in time, King Kong was hanging on the Carew Tower.”

I designed a shirt.

The bright, stark white screen that met my eyes seemed blacker and more sinister than the faceless, dark abyss inside the Grim Reaper’s hood

Yesterday I went to the Peters Cartridge Company with some friends.

As Cincinnatians, I can't help but feel we’re all partially responsible for carrying on the legacy of William Haines Lytle.

Often I'll think about how a fair number of talented visual artists have called Cincinnati home over the last 225 years, and I'm so grateful to be within the same space the luminaries who made a name for our city within the art world shared throughout our history.

Every once in a while you meet someone doing something uniquely creative that blows your mind a little bit and challenges you to reexamine the world around you.

It's unclear if Henry is happy.

I love crows. They are remarkable birds.

I care about it because this place is home and someone needs to love the old Broadway Hotel.

Last Friday, I had the chance to do a behind the scenes walk through of everyone's relatively new favorite brewery, Rhinegeist, located toward the northern tip of Elm street.

I want to plug a Tumblr that I think is pretty swell. It's called 2 Kinds of People and it's a simple concept that I think is worth sharing.

After a single night of furious internal debate and self doubt and more pictures of dogs, I finally developed a logo I think fits my style and represents who I am.

I sketched the facade of Memorial Hall.

In which I write about all of my favorite episodes of The Memory Palace.

The kraken of nightmares just swam past my dreamy dinghy and I am unbelievably shaken by the turbulent waves it caused.

My efforts to seek greater understanding of the man behind the buildings reached a new level when I got on the Cincinnati Library’s database and learned they had some of his original sketches in their Cincinnati Room, a climate controlled archive of rare local artifacts.