Thursday, July 30, 2009

How How?

Fan art! Well, fan coloring. Matt Grigsby ( colored this sketchbook page of mine I posted way back on 5/30 under the post "and i'd still be stuck inside these bones...". I think it turned out pretty awesome! Go to his blog and check out his stuff! He can also be found here: (along with yours truly).

How how?
How have we come so far?
Unassuming, unnoticed.
Innocently, we waited for the right moments.
We came so close to failure,
Yet we reigned above the rest.
The success flowed around us
Like cool, sweet waters.
...And now it's only a vague memory.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I remember when I couldn't feel my legs and I thought I was going to die from the pain.

An idea I had for the upcoming Siren Nation show which is happening in October.
The theme is "The Journey"* and it is only for women.

If you read my blog and are interested in submitting work/or just learning about the shows email here: or go here:

*Personal journeys or overall historical statements will take priority in "The Journey" theme.

I guess I'll keep looking...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

What would I look like in the late 50s/early 60s?

Mad Men Yourself.

I do love that show, though I haven't seen much of it.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Nuts n' Bolts

Poster for my upcoming group show at Floating World Comics in Portland OR, on NW 5th and Couch. First Thursday in August.
We will have comics and original comic pages and other brik-a-brak for sale. Along with the Floating World inventory, which is amazing.

The poster artwork is not my own... but I wish it was.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

some kind of innocence is measured out in years/ you don't know what it's like to listen to your fears

Went to "drawing in the park" with a few friends of mine.
Graphite sketches in my current sketchbook. A little watercolor.
One is based loosely on my friend B.T. Guess which one.

Re-addicted to The Beatles. I will always love them, but sometimes I don't really listen to them for a few months, then they are all I can think about for days at a time. Suddenly. Randomly.
Hey Bulldog.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Where the ocean breaks on purple strand, And the hurricane shakes the solid land

various sketches done in pencil, watercolor, Micron 08, and walnut ink.
Hellboy is the creation of Mike Mignola.
My version of Warrior Queen Boudicca is inspired by the book The Warrior Queens written by Antonia Fraser.

Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they’ve gone, they’ve gone

Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay
The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemmingway
They’re both super smart and drinking in the caf├ęs

[excerpts from Poor Little Rich Boy by Regina Spektor]

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

And strange-eyed constellations reign his stars eternally.

I've been listening to Iron&Wine and The Beatles constantly for the last week.
I have been eating hummus with flatbread, two or three times a week, for nearly a month. Been craving blueberry yogurt since Sunday, but haven't gotten around to buying any.
I'm reading Club Dead, Troll, and The Warrior Queens simultaneously and picking at Thomas Hardy and e.e. cummings on and off.
All I've been watching lately is South Park, Deadwood, and random nostalgic movies from the 80s and early 90s.
My new retail job makes me happy.
I feel good, but I also feel stuck. So it's weird.
I keep having rhetorical existential conversations with myself because I am alone and tired.

Monday, July 6, 2009

/and cold water for my swollen black eye/

There are days when the tiredness hits you.
Today is a day of lethargy.

I am drawing, but there is no love for what I draw.
I am indifferent.
These are the days you want to sell everything and move to Scotland and start a bookstore and never go back home.
At least not for years and years.

Then you stop yourself and say "No. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. I'm too tired."
But, then, when you wake up tomorrow you feel really good and a friend calls you up and wants to hang out and the cat sleeps on your stomach and the air smells like jasmine and you love what you draw and you can't get a song out of your head. And you can't imagine ever leaving or changing anything, so you stop thinking about it and go to work for awhile until it hits you again.


Friday, July 3, 2009

oh, i flew through the sky, my convictions would not lie...

Words from the song Jezebel by Iron & Wine.

Below are some pretty random sketches I've been doing over this past week.
I've been fighting to do drawings every day. So far so good. But I keep getting busier! But I also love working, so it's tough to even it all out.
Oh well. "I'm an artist first" as I always say.