October 14, 2024 - A few months ago, I found myself back at the house I grew up in. I had a few weeks off, in between projects, and was visiting my father who was in poor health. It was a time of exhaustion and disinterest in drawing. Conceivably, you’ve had those periods with no rain, where almost any activity imaginable is preferable to moving a pencil across the fibers of some dead tree. The magic of creativity isn’t even an echo of an echo of a memory. One day I was digging through a closet looking for a pair of cowboy boots that, to my regret, weren't as cool as I remember them. Nevertheless, I found something much cooler, a box of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles figures. Like almost every kid in the world in the early 90’s,…