Chuck Perrin

Hello from the throes of isolation and hibernation, where we’re all struggling to find creative ways to pass the time. I find it interesting to see where our subconscious gravitates in these times of terrifying uncertainty. My wife Nona, for instance, immersed herself (as she is wont) into her oil paints and brushes and began… [ read more ]

empty town deserted streets everyone’s staying inside (even the moon looks lonely) confused stir crazy holding on tight for dear life determined to prove we can do it right beat this thing that snuck in seemingly overnight spreading thru the air somehow everywhere sad eyes furtive but brave peering over masks hiding tight mouths afraid… [ read more ]