Ireland work

No good reason to not post ... here are a few works from my time in Ireland (made with the gift of 5 gorgeous National Geographics from my friend Emma Stewart-Liberty in Ballyvaughan) in no particular order:

I've been trying to keep it really simple. In life, in work, with people.

Gods might be angry

I'm not clever enough to be clever about titles ... 

Happy Birthday Wayne

This was just way too easy. 

My friend Wayne has asked for it and, well, anything he wants ...

Rocky terrain

I feel like posting a few more images because I'll soon be away for 4 weeks in Ireland, off the grid. Yay for that.

I've worked this image to death, sort of mindlessly, while I was at the laundry. Forgot what I meant ...

Animal, vegetable, mineral

I'm pretty sure I've used this title before, but it seems to be working for me.

Clouds and angels

I've been staring a lot at the sky over the Chesapeake Bay this summer.

Flippers and relics

Something about the edge of light down the right side of the page makes me happy. Then that little sliver of light on the other side echoes back. Darned if I know what's going on in between.

Fishing in a blizzard

It's my turn to get dinner ...

What's up Doc?

I was fascinated with the bright white lights here, now way overpowered by the bunny ears and the carrot ... I wonder sometimes how I can be SO literal.

Goal?

I've been trying forever to lighten up, draw free, stop overworking the work. There's a story here ...

What might be found in an old National Geographic

These look familiar, like an ancient Marlboro ad ...

How did I get here?

As I've said before, the drawing reflects the state of mind. Head for the storm cellar.

Flying fish?

Hmmmmmmmmmm

Rotate 90 degrees

This was just plain fun to make. I turned the river on it's end; there's a boat hidden behind the orange bud. But, perhaps I shouldn't give it all away ...

Narrative

Only half the story ever comes to me ...

Deconstructing the canyon

Elevenses

Pulling weeds in the front yard

An ant or two crawling through. 

Everything

I think the work often reflects the state of my mind, in this case, my monkey mind. Sometimes I must glue down every piece I pick up.