Jay Perry

I just finished reading the last of Becky Chambers' 'Wayfarers' novels, and they've already become favorites.

An interface, I believe, has less in common with a book or film than it has with a museum or garden.

Working on a new illustration for an upcoming essay, I've learned a bit more about how to use gouache paint in my process.

Our language and our media serve as a kind of shared memory, a shared knowledge.

I've almost finished "Underland," by Robert MacFarlane.

Really, really enjoying Stromae's new album "Multitudes."

This week I varnished a new painting, Measurements, and hung it in our kitchen.

A fog settled on the ground here on New Year’s Eve, weather that was just maybe perfect for the start of a new year.

TFW you crack an egg over a bowl of waffle batter... and the egg turns out to be hard-boiled.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

There’s a lyric in hte play "Hamilton" that’s lingered in my head ever since I first heard it: "That would be enough."

I took a trip to Denver to meet with a client, and had a chance to wander around the city a little.

They say there are two kinds of people in the world: "sailors" and "farmers."

One night, when I was in high school, I went hiking off the Blue Ridge Parkway with a few friends.

The wind coming off the Atlantic hit me.

I wanted to try something different for a new series of illustrations.

When I watch the bats flying around my yard every evening, I wonder what it would feel like.

I’m about one-third of the way through Kim Stanley Robinson’s The High Sierra: A love story.

We bought a bat house for our yard.

Last summer we got into the habit of watching the sun set from our deck.

Laying in my yard that night, I gradually lost my sense of up and down, figure and ground.

Taking my first steps beyond the threshold, I felt as vulnerable and hesitant as if my feet were made of styrofoam.

There's a lot to do this week and I can feel my anxiety rising.

After giving it up for a few years, I'm taking another swing at blogging, with a new perspective on what writing, rituals, and routines mean to me.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

I've been experimenting with photo collage.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash, watercolor, and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A photo of a train I grabbed while out on a bike ride.

I’ve been experimenting a bit.

Morning bike ride - nice to see you again, fall.

A photo of a field on my street, as the sun rises.

Yesterday we lost a member of our family.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A few photos I took on an early-morning walk awhile back.

A couple photos of our moonflower vine at night.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite.

A new drawing: ink wash and digital composite on paper.