Before I learned to write, I drew. I was the stereotypical drawing kid, the one frequently hunched over a piece of paper, engrossed in some vision. I drew on placemats at Black Angus. I drew on napkins and the edges of my school work. I used Bic pens, fancy colored pencils, red pens my Mom brought from work. Whatever was around became my medium. It was fun while it lasted. Here is a selection from the first half of my life.
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- Roundtable discussion about travel chapbooks at Vol. 1 Brooklyn
- Launched a Kickstarter to raise money for my book “Crowded: Portrait of Life on a Teeming Planet”
- My Self-Published New York Times “Metropolitan Diary” Piece
- Next Big Thing blog chain
- Joseph Mitchell’s first piece of published writing since 1965: “Street Life”