Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Here's an interview with yours truly about my weird, wacky life in graphic recording. The English call it scribing, which makes it sound quite posh indeed. http://ludiccreatives.com/blogpost/scribe-spotlight-kevin.html I swear this is how I look when I'm pensive ;)
Thursday, April 28, 2016
This is my call to action for the #GivelightChallenge.
The Give Light Foundation is a wonderful organization dedicated to
bringing shelter, education and family to orphaned children around the
Please visit http://www.givelight.org/ to learn more.
You can also visit facebook.com/cradlethesunandmoon if you'd like to follow the progress on my book.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
This piece is dedicated to the memory of Marie Hatch and the elderly who after decades of living here, are in danger of being put out on the street. These people are not statistics, but your human family. Remember how fragile we all were when we first came into this world and how that never truly goes away. We are all flowers.
A subject that’s been weighing on me heavily for a long while now is displacement. It encompasses the rampant homelessness, refugees that are struggling to survive worldwide, and the treacherous path that this city is following in regards to gentrification. It reached a fever pitch for me last month in the passing of Marie Hatch, a 97 year old woman who was in danger of eviction after 66 years of living in a quaint Burlingame home. There are a slew of untold stories of the elderly being evicted, most of which seems to fade into the ether. And just this week, Luis Gongora, recently evicted from his Mission apartment, was shot by the police. Of course, like most of these cases, there are conflicting accounts as to what happened, but it only took less than 30 seconds for this man’s life to be ended.
The saddest thing I can think of is someone dying of a broken heart, not metaphorically, but feeling such emotional anguish that they physically lose everything. What I’m most concerned about is the erosion of our collective empathy over time. How can we better bridge those gaps so the less fortunate don’t fall through them? What actions and words will we choose to mend that pain, inside and out?
There are not only people dying of broken hearts, but of broken minds as well. There has always been a fair amount of mental illness on our streets, but I think it’s even more pronounced with the unchecked greed that is actively terraforming the cultural landscape. I understand the natural fear of physical harm by a person whose mind is not stable. But I also think it’s our responsibility to get educated on what we can do and how we understand these conditions.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
I tend to watch really difficult films on my birthday, dating back to Silence of the Lambs 25 years ago. This year was no different with a viewing of "Room". This line is inspired by a line in the film where Jack asks his Ma: "Where do we go in our dreams?
Children ask these questions all the time, but it feels like an epiphany in this special film. I wonder why we don't ask these questions of each other more often.