Clockwise from far left: Nick Galifianakis, Mort Drucker, Brian Crane, Doug Mahnke, Mark Anderson, Jeff Keane, Ann Telnaes and Juana Medina- (Clicky to Embiggen) Members of the National Cartoonists Society will be receiving the official brochure for the 2015 Reuben Award Weekend in their mailboxes in the next week or so. My cover art above. […] →
i am not a fan of the harpsichord by the way →
These birds in winter were created for a DVD cover. The client chose the color palette, but I also adore the subtle muted colors punched up by the red berries and the birds. As I look on it in sunny Florida, I actually feel a chill.
This piece was commissioned for a training session for psychologists and counselors entitled “Wake the Sleeping Dragon – Nurturing the Divinity Within Each Child”. The creative brief contained the following information: The popular children’s song “Puff the Magic Dragon” told the haunting but bittersweet tale of a child who befriends a wonderful and mystical creature, only to discover that the magic fades as childhood is left behind. More recently, the best selling Eragon book series by author Christopher Paolini depicted a trilogy of epic and enchanting dragon tales. Throughout time mankind has associated the dragon with an alluring power and…
This might not look like your ordinary doghouse, but it is for an extraordinary dog. Patterned after gingerbread infused Victorian architecture, this is one special house. I suppose it works equally as well as a dollhouse or play house too.
When new Mummy Charlotte Bevan walked out of a maternity hospital just days after having baby Zaani on the coldest night of the year so far, I, like most of the country watching the news thought she would be found chilly and disorientated but safe on the streets of Bristol in no time.
But wearing just the hospital’s standard-issue slippers and without a coat, baby wrapped in a blanket, her chances were skinny, and my optimism turned to vivid fear for this young woman I’d never met, my concern for whom could not be explained beyond my repeating of the phrase ‘but she looks like…like people I know’. The image of her walking determinedly across the city, talking to her baby and headed only she knew where, was not shown anywhere on TV, but played vividly and endlessly over and over again in my mind. As her own Mummy and her partner reassured her on screen that they whatever had happened they only wanted to ‘go forward’, the contents of my mind grew darker.
In the end I knew with complete conviction I had to draw the pair of them, and I finished this spontaneous picture as the news broke of the terrible outcome up on the Avon Gorge. It is unlike me to be so gripped and distressed by a news story, but this urge to capture a moment in the life of a woman I’d never met went beyond reasoning and superseded any deadlines that day. →