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I went to New York about a month ago to enjoy the last of summer, see friends, and get inspired.

Here are some photos of a couple of the highlights.

Took the train one day to Connecticut, got a bit lost, and found an old Railroad museum.

Inside the USPS letter division car. This is where they would sort all of the mail while they were traveling. Love the color and design of the interior.

After visiting the train museum in Connecticut, we toured artist H. C. Westermans 6 acre estate which is for sale.

H. C. Built the home with two friends and died just before final completion. His studio is in the house below, and his wife’s studio is a stones throw away. It was amazing to see the house in near the exact same state as the day that H. C. passed away. Projects are unfinished, wood is throughout the house, his studio is unorganized, and has the feeling that he was just there yesterday.

Located in Danbury Connecticut, 6 acres of glorious land, trees, rocks, streams, wild deer, and fresh air surround the Westermann estate.

Sam Arthur, fellow dreamer and documentarian, loving every second of taking in the Westermann house.

Inside his wifes studio, droves of brushes and paint all over the place.

Wood was all over the place, even in the amazing unfinished attic.

Scores of vintage cigar boxes used to store hardware in.

Westermanns studio.

One of our last nights in NY, four of us sneaked onto the roof of a building and slept on the roof under the full moon. It was truly glorious.

A lot has happened since the last time I have blogged.

In short I have gotten married, moved into a new house, and moved out of my  studio. Things are great and I am very busy with lots in the works.

Thought I would share some photos of our new residence in Costa Mesa, CA, and some of the progress that has taken place.

Here is the house right when we moved in.

I did a bit of macrame , and hung some succulents on the porch.

A friend and I built a black wooden fence in the front yard, and I painted all the trim black.

This was a deal-breaker for me. Winter nights by this wood burning fireplace are going to be amazing. Even though winter barely reaches 50.

Made some overhead lighting out of some nautical rope and exposed Edison bulbs.

Another shot of the Pipe and Flange unit surrounding our TV.

A ceiling mounted light I made out of reclaimed wood and Edison bulbs in our room, as well as an additional clothing storage unit I built.

Denim racks.

A couple of side tables I made a couple of months ago for a client.

Many a mornings are spent sipping coffee on our front porch.

Here are some new reclaimed lamps I have recently finished. They are all for sale. Email me for prices. All are made from reclaimed materials including nautical parts, vintage wiring, rusted cans, pots, barn wood, etc.

I recently finished up the design and build of a interior project in Newport Beach for a private residence. It included a couple pieces of art, a few different tables, book shelves, a tv console, a pendant lamp, and a couple of table lamps.  All photos by Aaron Young

I just finished installing my art over at Haute Cakes Caffe in Newport Beach. If you are in the area, drop by and check it out. They have great food, a peaceful ambiance and amazing coffee. All photos by Aaron Young

I have an upcoming solo art show at Solo Projects on Nov. 19th.

Below is the flyer. Come one come all. Hoe to see your beautiful faces there.

My friends over at Grain & Gram recently asked me to do an interview for their new blog.

Here are some shots that my cohort Jimmy Pham took at our studio Labracadabra.

I have been meaning to post this for ages.

A couple of years ago I watched a 60 minutes segment that was beyond eyeopening.

It was utterly shocking and emotionally shattering.

I could rant on and on about this, but I strongly suggest you go here and watch the video and make up your own mind.

Photos by  Edward Burtynsky

Paval (above), age 10,  cutter helper, is seen at ship breaking yard,  May 26, 2007 in Chittagong, Bangladesh. He makes about 10tks per/hour (70tks=us1d)
In Bangladesh, at least 600, 000 children who are under the complete control of their employees 24 hours a day. Most of them are under 16 years old and 30 per cent are in the 6-11 age group; Terms and conditions for their work are negotiated by the parents/guardians of the children.
These children and adolescents, particularly girls, are vulnerable to exploitation, racial discrimination, various types of mistreatment, and sexual abuse, physical and psychological exploitation.

I have not blogged in months, but have decided to get back on track and start blogging again.

I tend not to write about personal life too much, but am so excited that I decided to share this with anyone who does not know yet or has not seen photos or video. I proposed to the lovely Sara Marashian on June 4th, and she said YES!

Here are some stealth shots by my friend Ryan Haack.

Video by Jimmy Pham.

I just received a book called “Disassembled Detroit in the mail the other day”. I ordered it months ago, and quite frankly, I forgot it was coming. Upon opening the package I was once again haunted by what lay in my hands. Images of an unmistakably and utterly devastated city, once burgeoning-now nearly abandoned.  A city left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken. A city which someday may be restored, the clocks may be set back, the walls may be rebuilt, and the city may flourish again….only time will tell.

Exactly a year ago I wrote this after being profoundly and soberly awakened to the tragedy that is Detroit.

May I share it with you again:

“Somewhere in America

pride had transcended poverty then it lost its lead

snow clothed houses had shed its winter coat as the seasons changed

laughter lived on a doorstep, and rarely went to sleep

the wind whispered with no one to hear it

walls remember countless stories.

Somewhere in America

the curtains of life went missing

a parade of perception became apparent

lust has lost its luster, but beauty will never be forgotten.”

All photos courtesy of Andrew Moore.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.