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tea

For Illustration Friday ; while there's no tea present, hopefully it's on its way.

illustration number 27

black charlie , pen and ink and Photoshop, 2x3 inches

illustration number 26

This is an image I created long ago, but resurrected it for a story called Ugly Victorians . untitled , mixed media, 8x5 inches, board

Big Head: a lexicon

So much to learn, when you hate the language so much. Here's what I have to hear: 1) I don't like it! 2) I don't care for it! 3) You work for me, mister! 4) Well, don't look at me! 5) That's nothing! Amateur! 6) You're just jealous of my hat! 7) Status report! 8) Cologne use is a form of assault! 9) It was like a thousand little fingers all over my body! 10) Never make fun of my wife or my food! 11) If you don't like it, there's the door! 12) Justified-left! Justified-left!

illustration number 25

I have a whole book of these drawings. Literally. A girl I used to know was trying to get a children's book published -- one of those wonderment-of-growing-up stories, in this case the main character was a flower seed -- and she thought her chances were improved if her manuscript included illustrations. They weren't. Let's call this one ... Lillian talks to her own se eds, pen and pencil crayon, 8x5 inches, paper

illustration number 24

red dress , mixed media, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 23

hutterite girls , pen on wax paper, 7x4 inches

illustration number 22

I came across this one looking for 'Song' images for Illustration Friday . I drew it as a birthday card for an old friend of mine ... a very long time ago, it seems. We played a lot of chess back then. It's scratchboard, maybe 3x3 inches.

song 2

And this is my second (for Illustration Friday ).

song 1

This drawing -- a very old one, in India ink on paper, pulled from a box -- is my first contribution to Illustration Friday .

tediousness extremis

Recently I had to spend some time with a very boring, tedious person. Either I am a better editor of my life now, in that I've successfully deleted most of those characters, and I've lost my tolerance, my immune system, or I'm just getting old and losing my patience: I found the experience excruciating . Horrific. What really got me is how this man could be so oblivious to the pain associated with his own presence, how he could miss the way people reacted to him, his company like an affliction, like something radioactive. Ugh.

illustration number 21

witchipoo , acrylic, 7x10 inches, painting on canvass

illustration number twenty

mixed media, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 19 ... {smoker + match}

This smoker appeared as an editorial illustration in a long-ago issue of subterrain {acrylic w collage, 9x12 inches, painting on canvas} . The 'cigarette' in his mouth is actually a match (there's another one hiding along his jaw line).

illustration number 18

sailor , mixed media, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 17

raven, acrylic w collage, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 16

page of rods, mixed media, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 15

This piece was a spot illustration – in black and white – for the story Living in a City which appeared in Geist . / pencil and acrylic, 4x4 inches, editorial illustration

illustration number 14

mixed media, 4x6 inches, journal cover

illustration number 13

hollowmen mixed media, 3x5 inches, editorial illustration

illustration number 12

mixed media, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 11

acrylic and collage, 5x7 inches, journal cover

illustration number 10

so many dreams ... mixed media, 5x8 inches, construction paper

illustration number nine

This guy's for my story big dog; pen and ink, 4x4 inches, wax paper.

illustration number 8

blondebirdfish , mixed media, 5x8 inches, journal cover

a mentalist's birthday

Don't look under the bed: next Thursday (February 16th) is my nephew Landon's seventh birthday. When his birthday cake arrives he'll undoubtedly try to talk to it. Amazingly, I continue to recognize these occasions by putting gifts in the mail. The last letter I received from him wasn't even a letter at all, just a crudely-drawn picture of King Kong below the words You probably suck at King Kong (I'm assuming he means the video game). His older brother Ryer filled out the package with more thoughtful insults (cartoons of me confused, crying, etc). At least they warned me on the back of the envelope: Get ready for damage . This is what mentalists do. Here's a picture from a gentler time, something I drew for Ryer's third birthday.