What if Poppets dream? I'm not sure, but I can imagine. This one is inspired by one of mine. It was an extremely cathartic and satis...

Today was mostly an administrative sort of day, in the office and not anywhere in the studio except to measure or count something. Yesterda...

It's Memorial Day I'm hoping mine looks a bit like the above. Still, Memorial Day is for honoring those lost in service, and is ...

Today's blog entry is to showcase new summer season work. If you're on our mailing list, you'll likely be receiving an email wi...

Sometimes I hear people complaining about Wii and other game systems and virtual reality programs. I hear them say that people should get ...

This weekend I made a steam locomotive Poppet. It looks like this. I made another Poppet reading. Eventually, we all must read Lewis Carroll...

I wanted to show you this underpainting technique. Very likely, painters use it all the time, but I thought you might like to see it appl...

We could keep it light today. Think good thoughts. Put darkness in a box for a while and air ourselves out in the sunshine. It cleanses t...

Today is the first truly hot day of the year. It's actually scarier than it sounds. Already the shades have been going up and, followin...

I watched the news. I watched a documentary on global warming. I thought about a world where kids get taken shopping for the latest in co...

Oh I wish it would rain... Feeling gloomy in the sun is no good. Poppets can be awfully good company on days like this. I'm going to the...

Orion has begun his math homework. He has two pages. I promised a game of catch when he's done, so I'm going to stop fiddling wit...

I like reading it, every few years, building upon the impressions and memories I've collected from previous readings. Still, sometimes ...

Working, swimming, working more, cleaning, working. (On that---working again with Larry Niven--yay! We've resumed work on the Strange s...

Not to worry. We are here. We are moving fast , making things and shipping them, figuring things out, rediscovering the beauty of desert n...

Once I met a girl named Mary H., who lived in Atlanta. What I remember most about Mary is that she liked cinnamon in her coffee (before we...

I could write, or I could go for a walk with Aubrey, on possibly the last truly brisk day of spring... So, here we go, leaving you with phot...