A new year and a renewed commitment to carve out small chunks of studio time each week for drawing. I have the discipline and desire, but lately it feels as though there are greater adversarial forces at work. The flood damage I experienced in that Fall of 2011 put my creativity on hold for several months while I repaired my home and studio…and this year, a similar fate befell my parents. In late October, their home was ruined when Hurricane Sandy tore through the Jersey Shore. Although it is not the home that I grew up in, it was filled with memories of grandchildren at the beach and cruising Barnegat Bay in my Dad’s boat. Fortunately, the structure of the house remained intact and rebuilding has begun in earnest. My Dad has been tireless and my brothers and I have been at the property most every weekend, from demolition to renovation. Much of my time there has been spent under the house, removing waterlogged insulation and damaged electrical wiring while clad in homemade spelunking gear. There is still so much to do, but for one night a week, I can steal away some time, take pen in hand and create an image.