inktober Day 3

October 4, 2015

light snack ink

Howzabout a light snack?


SkADaMo 2013 Day 17

November 19, 2013


Chortle Minster

Tonight seems like a good time to take a wee break from puns and idioms and of course the next best thing to do, in my opinion, is draw a monster.

Well, more of a minster really.

Gary here is quite diminutive and could easily fit into the palm of your hand. That is if you could possibly hold Gary in your hand for more than a second or two. You see, the ticklers on his tiny head and tail can render a potential captor ridiculously helpless with laughter.

Much chortling then ensues.

If you insist on being tickled you might want to toddle on over here and check out my fellow SkADaMoers!

SkADaMo Day 4

November 4, 2012



Back to playing with digital pencil after a yesterday’s dalliance with the traditional one. Not sure which I like better yet, but digital certainly is more efficient!


Well, how are my fellow SkADaMoers doing? Having a blast or feeling blasted already?

My Censor

February 17, 2012

I’ve been working with Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” with an online group since the beginning of the year. It’s been a wonderful, insightful journey so far.

One of the things you become aware of through the weekly readings, exercises and tasks, is the nasty, critical voice, nattering constantly inside your head.

The Censor.

The Censor continually does you the great service of letting you know how much your work sucks, how wrong everything you do is, and what a hack you are, just to name a few.

Ms. Cameron suggests one of the many techniques for dealing with this annoying denizen of your psyche, is to draw a cartoon version, in an effort to expose it and take away some of The Censor’s power.

So, to that end… meet my big, fat censor! Booooo! Hisssss! Oh, shut your pie hole Mr. Smartypants Censor.

I’m thinking, with any luck and continued work he will eventually lose some of his size and girth. I’ll keep you posted.

star gazing

August 13, 2010

Must be a Friday the 13th thing!

I spent all day art directing a photo shoot for a fine men’s clothing client’s catalog (say that three times.) I’m thouroughly enjoying myself, since this particular photographer, the stylist and I work really well together and have become fast friends. If there is a down side, it is that I haven’t had much time to sketch. I did manage to scrawl out this attempt at a forced perspective, monstery dude, in ball point pen.

I’ll be at the shoot for two more days, so I imagine there will be more scratchy, ball point pen scrawls to come.


June 10, 2008

Had I not forgotten to lock the front door last night, I wouldn’t be sitting here, languishing in the less-than-comfortable, belly of a queazinartle.

But I did and I am.

Luckily for me, queazinartles seldom, if ever, mean any harm to humans. Apparently, it’s insatiable appetite, coupled with an acute nearsightedness, caused the confused beast to mistake me for Kraft Mac and Cheese, (a queazinartle delicacy,) and devour me whole.

This whole misunderstanding should… er, um… pass… in about 7 days, (things “move” slowly in the queazinartle bowl realm.)

Unfortunately, all this puts a damper on my blogging for the week. But I assure you, I will gather up sketchbook with pencil, at the very first opportunity, next week, and be back in the saddle in no time at all.

In the mean time, please, please, do not forget to lock your front door. If nothing else, misfortunes like these are almost worth it, if others can learn from them.

Thank you, and see you next week!


June 4, 2008

Complain, complain, complain. Always with the complaining, they are!

Have you suddenly become a great big downer? Are you haranguing everyone you meet with a list of complaints, like never before? Do people walk the other way when they see you coming? Chances are a kvetchelug has recently slipped into and has taken up residence in your ear.

A few drops of warm olive oil placed into the affected orifice, should send the kvethelug packing. He’ll begin to back out slowly. Once this happens and his little pincer tail is visible, get a hold of the tail with a tweezers and pull gently but firmly. You’ll feel him resist by wriggling about. Don’t let this deter you. Continue pulling. Soon you will have a kvetchelug, bitching and moaning, in the palm of your hand. For this reason and to protect you from his returning to the sanctuary of your ear, it is suggested that you promptly insert ear plugs.

Once the ear plugs are placed and you can no longer hear what the little bugger is muttering about, the kvetchelug actually makes quite a good pet.

what a big baby!

June 3, 2008


A monster with horns
as prickly as thorns,
delighted in causing folks dread.

But he shuddered with fright,
at the thought that there might
be a kid hiding under his bed.


So I seem to be on this monster kick and since I opted to have a pleasant dining experience with my sweetie tonight, instead of drawing (and instead of going to the gym… oh the horror), I dusted of this little chestnut from last year and re-posted it.

All is fair in love, war and blogging, right?


June 2, 2008

Is there anything more adorable than a brand new, purple, spotted, blobbalumph baby? Certainly nothing more endearing than the attentiveness of the mama blobbalumph, who puts house ransacking and automobile munching on hold for the first two years of baby’s life.


The Illustration Friday theme this week is “Baby.”