Process progress

A few process shots from my ongoing revisions of Severed Limbs. Fred gets a rude awakening.

What you were made for

Another sketch. 

Move it!

Another little watercolor sketch.

A Sea of Solitude

A sketch for no reason. 

Sun done gone down?

Late? 

The Deserts of Muldune

Blazing through the deserts of Muldune.

Blazing orange and candy purple skies. 

Burnished orange and charcoal purple lands. 

Smell of sun charred alien skeletons. 

Aroma of wilted wild cactus flower. 

Scent of tri-racer fuel and stirred desert silt. 

Seasons change

Well, it seems eons have passed since my last post. Empires have risen and fallen. Generations have come and gone. Blogs are no longer hip. Oh… wait, that was already the case when I started blogging. 

There has been much to blog about since my last post, but I am finding raising a child and trying to also continue one's life to be quite the acrobatic challenge. I have a couple of big projects finished in the last few months, and several more in the works, but any time I have to sit at a computer and write about it is time I would rather be spending at the drawing board. So, it finally occurred to me to download blogger for my mobile device. There is a much higher likelihood of posting while waiting for food at a restaurant or whatever, than being in my studio right next to my beckoning drafting table. 

Anyway, here are some recent sketches. I am in the gestation phases of my next big project after my upcoming book, Severed Limbs (should be done in the next few months!). These sketches are some ideas for that. 

Enjoy. 

Yeah well…

Yeah well, today is my brother and closest friend's birthday.

Upon reflection I realize I have never thought of him as my "baby" brother. He's just my brother. He always has been as far as I can remember. He was always there. And when he wasn't I have no idea where I was.

We share food. We share ideas. We share needles, of course. We share BLOOD. And so much more.

I love you bro.

Better late than never. The prequel.

Well, I designed this birth announcement within a few weeks of Augie’s birth last year with the intention of mailing them out. We never did that. So, rather than have it never be seen I figured I would just post it here.

One year and four months later.

Enjoy.

Bringing up baby

New illustration in the New Yorker coming up. Be on the lookout for it in the 29Apr13 issue. This one is for a MoMA screening of the classic comedy “Bringing up Baby” with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn.

Better late than never?

I made this for the holidays and never posted it.

So, now I am posting it.

GAZE upon it.

Where did you sleep last night?

Tater Tot,
Be careful.
Don’t go into Those Woods alone.
Those Woods are filled with creepy crawly things.
Those Woods are dangerous.

"Awww, I’m not afraid of Those Woods.
Those creepy crawly things are my buds."

But Those Woods are dangerous.
People disappear in Those Woods.
There are Gangsta Monkeys in Those Woods.
And creepy funky wizards.

"Aww, I’m not afraid of Those Woods.
I’m a Gangsta Monkey myself.
And I jump rope with creepy funky wizards.
I’m going to Those Woods.
And I will roast marshmellows with Those Creeps.
It’s my birthday."

Eye for an… well, actually, an eye for who knows what?

Here is a page of basically finished inks from my upcoming Severed Limbs.
In which, Fred continues his unprecedented, save for Job, so, his precedented streak of being maimed by God and Nature.