A harried pet-owner that I scratched out for an article in a pet magazine this week. It helps drive home two enduring beliefs: (1) dogs are lovable in their doltishness and (2) cats are evil yowling nightmare creatures that will gleefully chew off your face when you fall asleep.
Bryan (check out his awesome paper foldables site) wanted me to draw this failed pantomime from a few months ago, when we spent a weekend in the woods with friends. The strip isn’t entirely truthful: most of the eloquent despair I’m spouting in the comic happened as an internalized monologue. The external reality was a bunch of swearing, sulking, looking confused, and more swearing. I dunno why I haven’t posted this until now, but the final result has me looking considerably less like a whiny punk.
I’m going to a Phillies game soon, so I’ve got baseball fever crawling beneath my skin like a thousand tiny insects. Like the previous post, this is an illustration for an article in an automotive magazine about different ways to market your company (in this case, sponsoring youth sports to get attention… or exploiting children… or something).
I drew this cartoony mascot for The Abra-Cadavers, the greatest Philly-area softball team in the history of the universe.
So, I was visiting a friend in Chicago over the weekend and noticed that he had this huge, four or five-foot-long painting hanging on the wall of his office downstairs. I had painted it for him some years back and completely forgotten about it. It reminded me of the painting in the previous post (except huger!), so I whipped out my digital camera and took a few shots for archival purposes.
Yes, I need to get over the whole robot thing.









