Yes, this is another attempt to post more regularly, but if I fail yet again, please visit my cousin Zee. We’re blood related, so if you like my stuff, you’ll be sure to like hers. She’s as kooky as I am, if not more. I meant to post the magazine illustrations last night but got caught up in a print cover layout involving a guy with a sword in a monastery. Sheesh! What a guy will do once he swears…
I’m alive. Just barely. I’ve been working and reading, and I haven’t really had the time to post much of anything. Mostly I’ve been making myself physically and emotionally available to H.E., who has had a much rougher year than I have had so far. I have more magazine illustrations to post, and if you’ve been watching my other site, Graphicfantastic, you know that I’ve been churning the book covers out, too. In other news, the company where I work…
I’m a cover artist, so I can’t help but Google book cover art to see what I can find. What can one expect? With no formal art training, I have to get my education somewhere. So I find a page full of early Harlequin paperback cover art, and I’m utterly fascinated. So this is pulp fiction, dime novels, trashy romance, and all that jazz. This is where those phrases originate. So I’m looking at these pages, trying to imagine the…
I have the worst timing. For Mother’s Day this year, I got the notion to send my mother flowers, especially considering how hard her year has been. I figured I’d do myself a favor and order early so that I’d be assured that the flowers would be in stock, and there’d be no problem filling my order. I checked and double-checked the delivery address and even set the delivery date a day early so that she’d have the flowers all…
H.E. and I went to see a performance of Pilobolus tonight. One of their dancers was injured Tuesday, so they changed the program a little, which was kind of a bummer because I imagine the show would have been even more impressive with the original program. As it was, they began with the best and most awe-inspiring piece of the evening, one that truly characterizes Pilobolus, and then they ended with a piece that was just like any old modern…