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karens

karens ; pencil crayons on Albanene cotton fiber paper, 8.5x6.25 inches. For a story. * * * * * C put a gun to my head and, after buying me dinner (I know, I could hardly eat for the shock), made me watch The Darjeeling Limited . A Wes Anderson movie, so you know the idiosyncrasies involved. It was okay ... a bit Wackiness Lite. The short film at the beginning (Hotel Chevalier) was the most interesting. And the song "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)" by Peter Sarstedt is worth the download. Oh, and Natalie Portman showed her bum off, which C made fun of (she's ruthless that way).

k in kingston

oceanaria ; pencil and pencil crayon on vellum envelope (you can see the seams), 5.75x4.5 inches. Also: does everybody see two drawings and one photograph in the post below? Because someone is telling me different, and Google/Blogger has been known to produce ghosts.

drawings and a quicky mart

Miez ; pencil and pencil crayons on Albanene cotton fiber paper, 8.5x7.125 inches. Sheri (first study) ; pencil and pencil crayons on Albanene cotton fiber paper, 8.5x7.875 inches. * * * * * Me and my buddy Martin, establishing a menacing presence out in the burbs.

montreal, then tagged

I went to go see a certain joker in Montreal this weekend. We had a nice afternoon together, just the two of us (mommy likes to nap), wandering the city, alternately motivated and fuelled by freezies and ice cream. Someone was even tired enough at the end of it to fall right asleep after the reading of a mere seven books. * * * * * And when I came home I got tagged by Sarah (not as dirty as it sounds). And now I have to come up with seven "random or weird" things about myself ... 1) As a kid, I spent two summers at Ranger Lake Bible Camp. Our cabin 'counselor' would play born-again tapes at night as we tried to sleep, these profanity-laced stories told by chewed-up biker types about waking up bloodied and abandoned at the bottom of a ditch with broken needles in their arms and a sudden, inexplicable sense of Jesus in their hearts. 2) Sometimes when I'm painting I completely lose any sense of self. 3) I really enjoy chess and poker even though I'm not part

bow tie

This handsome beggar is for a story I'm taking to group tonight.

we'll see what kensey says

the best news I ever heard (my entire life) ; mixed media on canvas, 24x24 inches, the string series continues. More portraits of people I don't know (or will ever meet). As only a slight departure, Sheri is next.

save yourself (from Illustration Friday)

Teasingly warm, almost feels like spring today. Just a few encrusted snow banks hanging around, trying to look grim. And with the end of winter comes the final death of Illustration Friday Night , a site that was very cool for that brief time when just the right community of talent came together, but then started to melt under the slow-burning heat of popularity and, by natural extension, hackery and vulgarity. Steve made the call today. All props to him for the slog and the success and the knowing when to go. For those of you who want to throw some dirt on the grave, the final theme is closure . * * * * * Still, Illustration Friday Night was only ever the bastard child of Illustration Friday , and just because it hanged itself somewhere in adolescence (I'm thinking the garage might be nice, but in the basement over the ping pong table is pretty cool, too) doesn't mean the original daddy monster should stop marching blindly onward in its Leviathan-of-Kitsch manner we'v