portraits

I dunno how many more of these I'm going to do... I mean the portraits from portraits... they kinda make me crazy and I'm never happy with the result. I like working from my own bizarre photographs, or pictures I steal off the internets (example and example), but these drawings that are based on glamor-shot posed smiles make my eyeballs hurt. I don't wanna do them anymore. I wanna work on my giant portrait painting series (oh yes, it's coming) and exhibit it in the spring. And write my first book, and start doing whatever it is you do to make it into an actual book. And cook those pumpkins in the kitchen, and make biscuits tonight. These are all good plans.

sometimes

Have a beer and watch an old favorite movie and make an evil strawberry. If we're not having fun then what's the freaking point.

itty bitty teeny tiny

baba yaga things in progress. coming soon to NYC.

cranky

available

mystery and myth

When I am stitching them up, my creatures often tell me stories. One of my favorite stories that I've heard from them goes like this: Back in the Old Land there is a hill that moves. In the middle of the night, it hitches up its peat and scuttles about on skinny legs - much to the agitation of cartographers, travelers, and especially the little herder who lives on it. Now that I live in the small town of Hombrechtikon, Switzerland, I can easily imagine one of the many hills around me moving like this, creeping around at night, confusing me when I walk my dog in the morning.









right here buddy

also

Remember

monster monster









i like him, and his little face.

He's right here