Saturday, June 28, 2008

Where's my fedora?

Ain't caffeine wonderful?
Hitting the road to Knoxville for the Tom Waits concert.
Posts from the trip I hope on Tuesday.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Burren landscape

It's evident that I've had too much coffee... a lot, in fact. Drawings get busier.
I've been thinking lately that I should make landscapes, pondering what makes a landscape... horizon line, big detailed objects in the foreground. Last night late when I was driving home from work, the waning moon was huge and silent, hiding out near the treetops.
If you've ever been to the Burren, this first one might make sense to you. I'm adding a lovely shot of Burren limestone so you can see what I mean. (thank you

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Ruffled feathers

This started out as an ink-pen drawing that soon became the skeletal system for I-don't-know-who.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Ashes to ashes

OK, not what lives inside us so much (variation on a recent theme) as what happens when we don't need it anymore.
I love the deterioration, the natural processes of reclaiming and recycling when the body is worn out. This drawing reminds me of finding a flattened frog baking in the sun on the road, or a days-dead snake in my neighbor's driveway. Leathery, brittle fragments come apart in my hand.

It's Saturday and I got up early to draw before heading down to the Outer Banks (NC) for the rest of the weekend. I've been trying to figure out why I'm working too much (payback for all the weeks I didn't work enough) at work that has little meaning for me anymore. And how I'm going to stop doing it. All around me are people living lives they never imagined, and never meant to have. I don't want that to be me. I'm asking myself why is this the first drawing I've posted in two weeks?

Tuesday, June 3, 2008


Last night we watched an indie film based on an H.P. Lovecraft story about the cult of Cthulhu. It was a newish film made in an old way... silent, lots of cardboard and flapping sheets and glitter. Cthulhu himself had lots of sharp claws and edges. In the end he was run through with the pointy bow of a ship. Though, as I understand it, he can't really die, can he?