Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Sebastian's Wife Insisted He Dress Like A Chicken

At first Sebastian thought his wife's request to dress like a chicken for Halloween was an indicator of her tongue-in-cheek quirk.  However, when she emerged from her boudoir dressed like the KFC Colonel with a glint in her eye, an uneasy feeling spread through him.  Was this the beginning of some "Gone Girl" nightmare?  He was removing this beak mask and making a run for it.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Oh, That's Just My Goiter

"Oh, that's just my goiter.  Pay it no mind."

I was off work for a glorious week, and it was so lovely out.  I had all sorts of cleaning and organizational plans, but the fall weather was so heavenly.  I mainly sat outside reveling in the warm sunshine, rustling trees, chirping birds and squirrels, and pure blue skies.  I read, I thought, and I gazed up into the sky.

At one point, I looked up and saw a face floating by in the clouds above.  I grabbed my journal (always by my side) and did a quick contour drawing.  (Ya' know, when you just look at the object and not at your paper?)  When I looked down, I didn't have quite the image I had seen above, but rather this fellow.  He looked like he had a goiter.  Hilarious!  And that's how this drawing came to be.  The end.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Incite 3: The Art of Storytelling - North Light Books

On Friday I received quite a gift!  I have an illustration and blurb in the North Light Books publication called Incite 3:  The Act of Storytelling (Incite:  The Best of Mixed Media)

(edited by Tonia Jenny), and it's available through  or  I found out in December 2014 that I was included and now here it is!

I am honored to say this is the third North Light Books publication I have been blessed to be included in.  Here's a link to those other books if you are interested.

Here's a picture of the cover:

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Painted on the inside of an old j.crew box with one paint color.

Sunday, September 20, 2015


I'm a little out of order with my posts, but I love this one so much, I'm going to send it out sooner than later.  (My poor blog, I'll be back with you soon.  The last 2 months has left me with little time for you.  I will change that soon!)

Here you go.  I've got oil, acrylic, ink, glitter, dried paint, watercolor pencil, packing slip (!), everything in this baby.  I love her!

She Was Willing to Give Up Her Eyeteeth to Go After Her Dream.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Elena and Her New Fall Fashion

Elena couldn't wait to move forward with the new fall fashion.

I don't think my picture is reflecting these colors accurately.  They are lighter and actually the red dots are metallic.  I adhered thin tissue all around the figure in the dress.  The purse, too, is covered with metallic-dotted tissue over a split pea-green paint.  There is also metallic powder pigment in her dress.  I'll try for a better picture in the next few days with a new camera and try to replace this baby to more accurately match its true colors.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Pistil and Stamen Happiness

Here's one for any of you botanists out there.  It's still technically summer for another week so I thought I had better get this remnant in before it's seasonally inappropriate.

Pistil & Stamen Happiness:  
The realization that as a "Perfect Flower," you never need a blind date

(There's three of those fertile flower critters in there. (-:)

And for those of you who are thinking, what the h-e-double-toothpick is she talking about?  A perfect flower has both male and female parts, a stamen and pistil, respectively, and they can pollinate themselves!

An "imperfect flower" only has a female part (pistil) or male part (stamen--the pollen-producing reproductive organ) and needs the wind or someone knocking into it or a bee or some other insect to cross-pollinate/fertilize it.  Life, so interesting, no?

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Monday, September 7, 2015

Although She Loved Her Cowboy... (Marshmallow Teeth)

Although she loved her cowboy, all his campfire s'mores were turning her teeth into marshmallows.

Ah, ha, ha!  I spent a long time on this one with all it's little details.  It was worth it cracks me up even when I look at it! 

Now of course, I have to include something from the king...
Elvis, "Burning Love"

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Iggy Pop

Godfather of Punk, '80's Style

Iggy Pop
Watercolor and Ink

I was up until 5:30 a.m. last night.  I have been so busy lately and have been away from making art for too long.  I ended up drawing three pictures yesterday, and this one was in the wee hours of the morning.  I was watching Reese Witherspoon in, "WILD" based on Cheryl Strayed's amazing book of the same name.  That movie, and Reece's acting in it, are so incredible.  

I wanted to savor the silence of the night, after non-stop rushing for two weeks.  I want to dive into time, roll around in it's murky silence.  I  had two dogs on the couch with me, both of my hands slowly petting each as I thought about life.  Around 3, I felt compelled to profile another wild human. I love the angles of Iggy's face, just as I love the lines of old people.  So many interesting planes and angles and shadows that youthful faces just don't contain.  I like the deviation from the norm, the lines of life that make someone interesting within and without, making me want to know their stories.  I have one more day to be able to have the heavenly gift of time unfolding without a schedule.  I'll have to be back on one soon enough.

P.S. By the way, here's a link to The NY Times' ArtsBeat article on Cheryl Strayed.  In it, a critic says her book had a "punk spirit!"   O.K., I swear to you, I only saw this right now, the morning after I painted this.  She was successful to the nth degree conveying that punk feeling, because after watching it, I was left with that same feeling and let it come through me as a painting of the great Iggy.

Friday, September 4, 2015

Rocket Man Was Having Second Thoughts

Rocket Man was starting to have 2nd thoughts, 
although he could feel his wife's concern even more keenly than his own.

As I was making this, I kept hearing Elton John's classic playing in my head.  Never get tired of this song.

Elton John "Rocket Man"

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Don't Look Back, Look Forward

When a thing is done, it's done. Don't look back. Look forward...
George C. Marshall

Watercolor, oil, ink

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Square Jaw, Red Hair, Blue Suit

Here's a broody fellow for you.  What could he be thinking?  I must match my jacket to my eye color?  I have the squarest jaw in the world?  I am a virile vibrancy of masculinity?  Something to ponder...

Monday, August 24, 2015

Car Plant

While I was cleaning out my car last night, I found a plant growing in my car!  Well, not quite.  I ran across this pen and ink drawing of a table top and plant.  I have no idea where I was at when I drew this!  I like it though.  Sometimes I like that simplicity of a sketch over color.  Sometimes. (-;  This poor little ditty is creased and stained, but it still has a charm that appeals, I think.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

New York Times - Modern Love

This is susch a beautiful piece from Moth Collective and The New York Times. Please watch.

New York Times - Modern Love from Moth on Vimeo.

From Moth Collective: 'A Kiss, Deferred' is our contribution to the New York Times' Modern Love column, based on a true story written by Nikolina Kulid┼żan. The full article can be read here: Designed and directed by Moth Collective

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Ronnie Was Rethinking His Puppet Master Path

Ronnie was rapidly realizing that being a puppet master was not all it was cracked up to be.

He was constantly under some repugnant, sweltering stage, sweating profusely while contorting into awkward positions to animate his puppets.  He should have taken that summer job at Dairy Queen instead of subjecting himself to this arduous livelihood.  Was anyone even paying attention?  Could he stand one whiff more of stale popcorn, old theater seats--not to mention what was on them--and his own stench?  Was it still possible to convince himself that he was keeping a family vaudeville tradition alive, and his work was a badge of  honor, a cross to bear, no matter how low the attendance?

Suddenly, the thought of a cold, banana split lured him ever closer to putting his aching arms down forever.  Why, at this point, he could even acquiesce to a lowly crunch cone or a dilly bar.

He shook his head violently.  Selling himself out for not even a gelato, but an artificial icy treat?  Oh, the humiliation!  He stilled his feet from running faster towards the exit than the sweat running down his face.  Be strong, Ronnie, be strong!

Cover Your Mouth When You Yawn

Ohhhh, this is got to be one of my recent favorites.  It makes me laugh and I love it's bold and goofy simplicity.

Cover Your Mouth When You Yawn

Monday, August 17, 2015

Master Penman Jake Weidmann | HUMAN

I first saw this on my friend Bryan's FB page. This video of Jake Weidmann, Master Penman, is so extraordinarily inspiring. It's a testament to hard work, incredible artistic achievement, and the importance of remembering the artistry of the past and keeping it alive.  

Here are two of my favorite quotes from the video:

We're abdicating so much of what we're learning and retaining, 
not to our own memories but to the memories of our computers and other devices.

By doing the the different tactile movements of forming the individual letters and linking those letters one to another and then putting those words into a context of a sentence you're actually ingraining the information in your brain.


Sunday, August 16, 2015

Charles Bukowski

One of my favorite poets, full of grit and free of bullshit...

(Source: Old Pictures Archive)

Knit One, Pearl Two

It's been so hot the past weekend, summer still sending out flares.  But if you take the time and sniff the air, you can smell that sweet, drying out smell that signals August and the beginning of school.  Maybe that is just a Midwest thing, I'm not sure, but the grass and field corn are sending a signal.  The brilliant colors of fall and knitted caps will soon be on their way.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

At The Party

I took 3 or 4 more pictures of this as it was developing and as I layered more color, but I took them on my camera rather than my phone.  I blame it on being nearly 1 a.m. when I did so.  You see, I lost all my camera formatting when I had a virus and I can't find my installation disks to set it aright.  Ah well, I really haven't looked everywhere yet.

If I get it together, I will add the developmental stages!  Until then, here's "At the Party" in it's finished, painted form.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Fishing for Words

I ran across this poetic line of Franz Wright Sunday in the July/August issue of Poetry Magazine. I was intrigued that rather than the expected interpretation of "fishing for words" being a bad thing, Wright flipped the action as a positive act. Don't you love the magic of words?