So, here's a preliminary version of the invite for the opening. Yes, the letter s + a yak drawing doesn't make sense but the letter s isn't done yet and I am completely in love with the way this yak turned out. I want to give this yak a hug. He's so furry and warm and it's been so cold. I'm going to finish the s tomorrow I hope and then order all the plates to print all the pieces, cut the mountains of beautiful cotton paper with the guillotine cutter, then superglue myself to the press and try not to spend so long talking to all the people that I adore in the neighborhood.

It's called focusing and nearly impossible for me without a deadline. Do you have any idea how many intriguing people live in this part of the world? I could take pictures of their heads with byline paragraphs of dramatic life highlights for hours. I can't seem to go a week without meeting someone that I just have to know better. Thank you, Portland.