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All In For Fall at Society6

   Its time to celebrate the beginning of the new fall season at Society6!

Fall is finally here so break out your sweaters, flannel, crockpots and pumpkin spice everything. After you change over your closets and switch into soup mode, head over to Gas Station Burrito at Society6 to refresh your home with decor, tabletop accessories and furniture—all at 30% off through September 27th.

The sale includes coffee mugs, throw blankets, pillows, coffee tables and more. You can find vintage library card designs in a variety of colors as well as our Lovin’ Buffalo and Author Quotes designs on any of the products Society6 offers!

Asterisk at Society6

Based on a vintage plastic bag design from the Buffalo & Erie County Library in Buffalo, New York, this design is available in two versions; with the light border that was featured on the original plastic bag that resembles a Polaroid photo, and one without.

Originally I was only going to make a replica of the original design with the border, but after removing it, I actually like the version without it better. You can click the images below to check out both versions, Asterisk and Asterisk Instant, and leave some comments about which you like better.

Dearborn Street Sketch

Looking for something else entirely, I went down the rabbit hole of my external hard drive, which had been a labyrinthine dumping ground of folders and files and enough potential writing and design projects to keep me busy for years if I had the time to organize it all into something manageable and accessible.

While fishing around, I came across this Photoshop sketch that I’d worked up off a photo or Google maps shot three or four years ago in a similar onslaught of nostalgia.

I’d wanted to put together maybe a dozen or so sketches like this to breakup a story I was trying to figure out. I had a short story that I was working off of and wanted to make it into something else, something longer.

I had come up with this idea after reading Edouard Levé’s novel, “Suicide”. It was his last book, as shortly after turning in the completed manuscript to his editor, Levé took his own life. The novel is interesting as it’s narrated to the main character, essentially turning the reader into the victim of the title suicide. It’s haunting and puzzling, infectious and entirely successful in calling into question what it means to exist.

I didn’t suddenly want to write every book I had in my head in this style forever now, but there are two ideas that have followed me around for several years that lend themselves to the style. Oddly enough, both deal with death, just as Levé’s work did, although in my case, one is a violent death at another’s hand, and the other is a tragic accidental one.

I wonder what about this writing style, this voice, that lends itself to tragic subject material? The ability to so easily accuse and question within the unfolding of the narrative? The way in which it immediately makes the reader a character, and can borrow their own prejudices and experiences, their fears and doubts, without needing to put those words on the page? Both ideas are a collection of photographs and written scenes, but are barely more then bones and bullet points, and a few odd fragments. I’m not sure how the stories will work out yet, or whether they will at all. For now, at least for this story, this is all I have.

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