Sunday, August 31, 2008

Choking Hazard

This is one of my favorites from the series I just finished.

Saturday, August 30, 2008


61+ illustrations in a month... I'm DONE, man! There may be some edits here and there, but essentially the crunch is OVER. Now I can work out for like 3 hours straight on my off days... Or cook real food other than yogurt and granola, or finally crack those accordion songbooks I bought 4 months ago, or see my friends (if I still have any at this point), or see a movie, or ride horses, or EVEN MAKE SOME ARTS.


Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Charlie Foxtrot

Life feels a little like this at the moment!

Friday, August 15, 2008

Give Me A Fast Ship, For I Intend To Have Sex..tants.

Small sketching from a trip to the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem. The museum's had stuff added on since the last time I was there, which was disorienting- but a good trip nonetheless. I learned something new about John Paul Jones- naval hero during the Revolution and former captain of the sloop on which I sailed as an awkward 14-year-old- He's totally a looker. Who knew?

Also: DON'T PAY FOR WITCH LESSONS. I've never been to magic class, but I'm pretty sure you won't be able to fly on a broomstick. Plus, how would you be evaluated? "Ashley's astral projection seems to have improved in past weeks- or at least that's what it looks like. I mean, I don't know where she's going, but her physical presence looks pretty spaced out. So like, wherever she is, she's not here. I think." What was it P. T. Barnum said? "There's a sucker born every minute."

Sunday, August 10, 2008

They Call Me "Beastmaster"

Actually, they don't call me that at all. This is a fun little aside in beginning stages. I'm still figuring out my colors. I know I've joked before about Lisa Frank neons, but when I drew this, I really wanted it to leave an acidic aftertaste. "Ahhh, my eyes!" Y'know, like that. Progress on this might be very very slow given my work schedule.

Monday, August 4, 2008

More work should have happened

Just got back from a nice trip to Vermont- My dad and I took a road trip to visit my aunt Val at her home/studio in Burlington. She has a bunch of cool projects going on and a studio space that'd make any artist intensely covetous. I went to a skate park near her house to try some ramps on my roller skates, but nothing they had was under four feet high, so I tried a few,
got intimidated by the skateboarders, and took off down the bike path feeling like a total idiot. I later redeemed myself by skating up a very tall, steep hill. The moral of the story was, "Stick to your own kind."
Sunday we all hopped in the car and went to Aunt Val's gentleman-friend's house in Milton. Frank is lucky enough to live right on Lake Champlain, so we could watch the rainstorms travel across the lake before they hit us. All in all it was a relaxing weekend- Except for the part where I was furiously drawing a million robots. I'll sleep when I'm dead!
Oh, oh- AND I'm now a licensed driver!