i don't know what that means but it's something my dad used to say. and so, i dedicate this, my first blog post, to the late, great wayne mann, my dad and all-around nice guy. when i was a kid, he used to take me fishing in remote, way back in the sticks, lakes, where there was nothing but forest along the edges and sky above. we were often the only ones there. paddling our canoe to some spot that he thought the fish would like. and, he was usually right. i think it was there that the imagery of animals and insects and fish and birds began feeding my imagination and started me drawing. but it wasn't until much later, when i was all grown up and the old man was gone and those lakes were so far away, that something clicked inside me, and i started drawing again.
