Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Oh, she's a toughie alright.

Eager to finish it up then get to coloring. I'm thinkin' grizzly or black bearskin. Polar bear was so last year.

Sunday, October 11, 2009


I'd hurry up and put in your order for Summer 2010 before all the sizes are picked over.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

ex libris

Part of a drawing for my web banner. I kinda switched things up and gave him a big bear-type nose and smooshed his head proportions to look more solid/compact. I like how it's turning out.

Have I ever told you how much I love libraries? Man, they are tops.

Last night I spent the evening working on some drawings at the awesome Brookline Public Library. The historic building and recent renovations make it a great destination to hunker down and get some work done. In the lower level there are a row of pod-like study carrels that protrude from the outer wall of the building. These are great but I've never had success getting anything done in them, mostly because I felt like I was being punished in a time-out corner or about to be jettisoned into space. This visit, I chose the spacious reference room in the back of the library. Filled with fat, classically-bound books abutting study tables and framed by oil portraits of stuffy old men and stoic civil war generals, this room was much more my style. I plunked down at a table, spread out my stuff, and was able to 'enter the zone' for a solid two hours. Bliss.

Lately I've been having a bit of a hard time avoiding distractions, disruptions, and staying focused when I'm working. I love my studio apartment, but sometimes it is downright horrible for working when you're surrounded by potential distractions like books, action figures, internet, food, you name it. It doesn't exactly say "workspace" so much as "hey sit on this comfy corduroy couch and read that new book and maybe while you're up be a doll and get me an ice cream sandwich". Hence my predicament.

I expect to be visiting the reference room at the library regularly now. Because I can only equate drawing 'in the zone' to a bizarre combination of clarity, hypnosis, and whatever it is that cats feel when they tango with catnip.