Life is good. The tidal wave of boxes has finally subsided as my wife and I get settled in our new place. Even the studio has started to take shape – this is the first time we’ve shared a studio space since college. (Though I think she would have preferred her own room when I was rockin’ to Bon Jovi: Slippery When Wet.)
As far as the image, I’m finding I really enjoy having bad things sneak up on characters. Not sure why but I’m guessing there’s some deep rooted Freudian complex at play.