WOLFPACK

Holiday Parties bring them together.

JUST LIKE BULLIT

All this freezing, grey weather is getting me down. I keep thinking about that Stones song "Winter" from Goats Head Soup,  "I wish I was out in California, when all the lights on the Christmas trees are out."

And I've been staring at this, little bit of the Bay Area on a balmy afternoon.

THE BLUE TOBOGGAN

Growing up in New Hampshire, sledding was serious business. One year my sister got a blue toboggan for Christmas and it was the fastest sled this side of the White Mountains. When my youngest sister was little, all three of us could ride it. It was unbeatable! Except when conditions were right, we might get overtaken by a surprise saucer attack.

POST TURKEY WARM UP

A little placard for the infamous Conversation Mobile now up at Arcadia Boutique in picturesque NoLibs.

Some New Friends Just Showed up in the Studio

PROCESS

Bringing the Heat

New piece for Oxford American's music ish. A portrait of The Black Haze Express. This was a perfect assignment for me. Illustrating a super rare almost non-existent funk group. They released only two 45's in low pressing numbers. They are most famous for Won't Nobody Listen which was included on the "What it is?! Comp from a couple years ago.

Black Haze Express is really one man Sam Dees. Who has written and recorded tons of hits, mostly for other people. Like One in a Million by Larry Graham.  Needless to say there are like, two lo-res photos in existence of these guys and that's where we illustrators come in.

Illustration Week

Apparently it's been deemed illustration week in New Yawk by Mayor Bloomberg.  As it happens, I will be up there this Thursday to attend the American Illustration Party and to rock this party on the ones and twos with none other than Ted McGrath. Hope to see you there.
More info here. Amazing flyer by Jennifer Daniel. Can't wait!

Hats can Muffle your Thoughts

It's Not you, it's Me.

Above our kitchen table we have framed pictures, mostly family. But there is one that is a drawing I did when I was like four or so. And its one of my clearest early drawing memories. I drew this cook, cooking hotdogs, with blue pen. I was so proud of drawing it without pencil first, its seemed so bold, then to my horror I realized I had given him three legs.

Flying high off a double espresso and my second bowl of rice krispies, I decided to do an adult take on the drawing.