This painting is based on an actual photograph that appeared in Martha Stewart Living. So I took absolutely no creative license here (apart from changing an overly detailed kitchen into a pleasant blue background because I was really too lazy to replicate it). Martha Stewart, Alan Cumming, Margaritas, sombreros. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction.
Just a little cartoon physics on a Thursday night. Now watch more Looney Tunes. Doctor's orders.
Screw you, Michael Pollan! You can't tell me how to live!
Apologies for my nonexistent sense of perspective, making y'all wait this long for actual drawings, and the fact that it only occurred to me that glass was shiny when I was about 3/4 of the way done with this.
Another commission, this one from my pal Katie, who called me about 45 minutes ago asking me to design a peacock feather tattoo for her by 6:30 PM. Challenge accepted.
This was done as on commission for my lovely friend Leon. I love thinking about Pez dispensers because I like to imagine a bunch of besuited advertising men trying to figure out how to sell the most disgusting candy ever, after Necco wafers, and one of them saying "Wait! I've got it!" I watch Mad Men, so I know all about how this works.
My roommates and I made a chalk mural! What you cannot tell from the picture is that this is, in fact, a work in 3-D CHALK (yes, it exists!). So the reds come toward you and the blues fall back. Which makes all the blood flying everywhere super-duper exciting, as you may well imagine. Consider me responsible for the pterodactyl, the sharkity-shark, the artichoke, and one of the hot air balloons. The rest is the work of my collaborators.
What the ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex lacked in arm bulk, it made up for in great plans about sandwiches. It is also my favorite dinosaur.
So instead of drawing weird things that accidentally turn out looking cute, I figured this time I would draw something cute on purpose.
So last spring, in a Livy-reading-induced bout of whimsy, I decided to take my auspices (which is to say, look at birds in the near vicinity and "interpret" their movements as they pertained to my fate). The picture above is what I saw (those are deflated balloons below, in case you were wondering). At the time I interpreted it as a bad sign (and considering how the rest of that day played out, I was probably not wrong in this assumption), although last night I translated an anecdote about a guy who in the middle of a one-on-one battle with a huge, ferocious Gaul and had a crow land on his helmet and then go attack the Gaul for him, after which the crow returned to his helmet to just hang out and be groovy, so maybe crows are all well and good.
