“Thou perceivest the flowers put forth their precious odours, And none can tell how from so small a centre come such sweets” Wm. Blake Rui and I drew these pictures together.  They’re about all I’ve got saved; his mother’s friends took away the rest after she abducted him to Japan. Just one more of a … More Rui’s Drawings

  Last fall  as desperation over Rui’s kidnapping was setting in and I was at a loss as to how to connect with my son, I sent emails and phone messages to Machico asking her to show him video clips I made on weekends or at night after work. It was an exercise in the … More Daddy, Don’t Go to the Mine