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CJ's Blackbird...

2011-01-30T12:25:00.000-08:00

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly...

Always a favorite Beatles song of mine, I learned it's the theme song for a young friend born with cerebral palsy. She wanted her third tattoo to be the Beatles' blackbird. I offered to try my hand at the design, which evolved to better-fit CJ as she soars fiercely and confidently at 9 miles/hour in her wheelchair. And always fueled by her need to help the less fortunate.

...Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Adds Up...

2010-06-06T14:55:00.000-07:00

Numbers lie when emotions are involved.

Deja' VooDoo...

2010-02-05T20:46:00.000-08:00

...from back in my younger daze.

1990, blood & feathers on cheap-ass card stock.

Time for a commercial...

2010-01-15T20:39:00.000-08:00

Time for a commercial break and a prayer...

Ho-HO-HO Ya'll...

2009-12-25T12:41:00.000-08:00

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

with Holiday Magic and a Wonder-Filled New Year!

From top to bottom: Princess Emmaline, Jasper, Louie-Louise, and Luna.

Tell me who I REALLY am...

2009-12-13T20:42:00.000-08:00

I've had my astrological chart done three times in my life. The first was by someone with a personal agenda; I learned that I attract crazies. The second was done by my mother-in-law before she even met me. She never discussed it with me. The last was a quickie-fund-raising reading; I learned I'm an artist. But I still don't know who I really am.

Apparently, I'm no wiser this year with attending monthly astrology meetings. However, it's been a good time to work on my freeform sketching. I've also met some nice and very interesting folks. Then with just a bit of bartering, this time next month, I may have my answers as the president of the StL chapter is personally doing my chart.

So now I'm feeling very awkward and vulnerable. I hope she still likes me when it's all done.

Hoppy Halloween...

2009-10-31T21:04:00.000-07:00

I made this card from one of my all time favorite photos taken of Franklin as a puppy lounging on one of Bob Cassilly's frog sculptures located in Lafayette Park. I have this photo as a series and am making cards of it to sell on Etsy. (Oh, and my ex, the photographer, shall remain none-the-wiser and clueless.)

Climate Change...

2009-10-15T02:57:00.000-07:00

Polar bears are the world's largest land predator. Males range from 775 to 1500 pounds, while females maintain a svelte 330 to 550 zone. I read that they do scold their young for misbehaving with a slight scuff. They share their dinner and wag their tails when they want to play. They typically survive -40º weather for weeks at a time and swim over 60 miles in arctic water to feed upon seals lounging on floating sea ice. That is… on a good day.

The reality is their environment is literally melting away. This unnatural change means the polar bears can’t evolve quickly enough to survive without it. They are drowning while searching for sea ice. They are resorting to cannibalism as they fight from starving to death. Their malnourishment is causing low birth rates. They are sadly in serious danger of becoming extinct.

The plight of the polar bear is very real and should be our wake-up call.

Our climate is changing. And this is a REAL problem.

Your help is needed. Take action via International Blog Action Day 09…

Step 1. Sign the petition to address the U.S.A’s role with pollution
http://www.blogactionday.org/en/takeaction

Step 2. Get involved by following any of their dozen of links to educate, inform and promote knowledge.

Step 3. Pay attention to the UN Climate Change Conference (Dec 7 – Dec 18, 2009) http://en.cop15.dk

(This is a recycled posting from 2008 - knowing I'm not the only one who tears up with concern.)

The Mask...

2009-09-12T11:56:00.000-07:00

Classe' gave me a mask one day that he made of paper mache'. He told me to paint it. So one sleepless night, after a long shift followed by some unwinding east-side, I made this painting of that mask.

SOLD...

2009-09-02T23:20:00.000-07:00

I drew this waaay back in 1978. I sold it too. In fact, it was the very first drawing I ever sold. (Ok, a classmate offered me $10 to draw Jerry Garcia - but he was too cute to take his money).

The guy that bought this later informed me he was taking it back to Chicago, making prints of it and selling them. I was flattered and then confused.

Alright, I'll be honest... I've been confused about most things ever since.

Me, Classe' and Linda...

2009-08-19T22:16:00.000-07:00

...OH MY!..!!

All three of us worked on this one night - but of course, it was Classe' who pulled it all together. He's a driven genius when painting, so exciting to watch. I recall there was no running water so beer was used to clean brushes.

He gave it to Linda and I hadn't seen it in over 20 years. I simply love it.

Headin' Home...

2009-07-19T13:37:00.000-07:00

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. - James Joyce

I often ponder the meaning of home. Growing up, I moved 16 times before I was 15. As an adult, I've stayed in this same general area, yet moved 19 more times - (each time the rent went up!). So my idea of 'home' was never a box with a door on it. My idea of home has always been centered on my family.

As a child, my friends changed as easily as addresses. I never knew how to keep friends longer than a year, but as an adult I’ve been fortunate to have friends who don’t let go. They remain close even when I let time slip between us. My family’s love is unconditional and now I’ve found that with my friends as well.

Home is still built upon my family but now includes my friends. My valued family of friends.

An Independent Nature...

2009-07-05T20:29:00.000-07:00

This 4th of July celebration was spent well outside my city limits. I ventured west to my brother's house and enjoyed a real neighborhood celebration. It was an amazingly different experience for me. It was Urban Americana at it's surreal best.

The neighbors all had the BBQ set up with lawn chairs in place for their little neighborhood fireworks display. Cute kids ran about like fireflies. Each man of the household pulled from their own bounty of fireworks as they took turns one-upping each other with lighting the next round. Not even a slow steady rain would slow them down. It took a brave old toad hopping through their battlefield to provoke a time-out. The rain continued, but it was my brother, the one who hangs with the Mensa crowd, who got under a big black umbrella as he lit one of the ‘big ones’. My brother is not a quitter. He played his best game. I believe he won the game with this move, sadly no one noticed due to all the smoke and rain.

As I left a few hours later, I paused to take in the quiet clean air, however it was thick with the most intense sounds from the neighboring nature. Frogs, crickets and birds, all boldly celebrating independence.

(My little American sparrow drawn as vectored lineart in Illustrator - 2009)

Possums...

2009-06-23T23:48:00.000-07:00

...made with using an old wool sweater, some scrap fleece, yarn, thread and lovingly stuffed with bamboo fiber-fill. Shown here from two angles; it's a stuffed possum I made for my youngest nephew.

'Possum' was his nickname before his birth. Thankfully now, he's too cute to keep that name.

Most Resourceful Art...

2009-05-30T11:25:00.000-07:00

Another week has passed with no time to create any thing new as there’s been some paying work around, cluttering up my world. With all that clutter about, I just fell in love with this piece of art made from someone cleaning up the area's trash. It was recently posted on the Wooster Collective (http://www.woostercollective.com).

The resourceful artist, Jim Darling, was perhaps a Bower bird in a former life.

The male Bower birds gather all sorts of found objects into collections that decorate their unusual nests. Many fancy bits of bright or shiny litter add something special to the mix...

Andy Goldworthy is the most famous of former-life Bower birds...

I don't know that he's ever worked with litter, however he's cleverly resourceful with just some icicles and spit...

And of course he is the master of building cairns...

There's a mysterious cairn builder here in town. As I drive west to the county on Hwy 44 each week, I've been watching a growing group of cairns perched on a bluff. The location's too precarious a spot to stop and snap a photo, but it does look a lot like this group found in Canada.

Now, if "we" can just be as "Darling-ly" creative with our local litter.

Mine...

2009-05-16T23:14:00.000-07:00

...I bought this because I love the honesty of it's story.

It was painted by my dear old friend, David Classe´. It tells his story.

Pick 3... Any 3.

2009-05-07T00:28:00.000-07:00

Drawing live portraits can be most awkward.

An older man once hired me to draw his portrait. As I was starting, he whispered to me instructions to leave out his double chins. I did. He was happy and paid me very well. It looked nothing like him.

This girl's portrait was from my 3-color phase. I would draw using only the three colors the subject chose. I liked the openness it allowed me. Besides, if I didn’t do such a great job with capturing their likeness – at least they liked the colors.

The Monster Behind the Bar...

2009-04-29T23:44:00.000-07:00

I worked thirteen years at the Broadway Oyster Bar, seeing it through three ownerships. I fell madly in love with the place from the very first time I walked through the door and had to step over a dog sleeping in front of a glowing fireplace. There was a black and white cat hanging out on the bar. Her name was Pearl and she lived there. The Oyster Bar suddenly became the axis of my world.

The place had real character and soul. Burkhardt had started the bar with a solid foundation of amazing characters. He was the Piped Piper of building bars, and his following consisted of writers, poets, artists, musicians, carpenters, rivermen, smugglers and a real life, rail-riding hobo, named Smokey Joe.

Burkhardt called me one day and asked me to take over his shifts. It was his birthday and he didn’t want to work the bar any more, he just wanted to build them. I was 22 years old.

I would always hold great respect for those regulars, soaking in their tales while becoming more aware of the old soul deeply embedded in the place. The building itself was really old. It seemed to carry a good energy within it’s 150-year-old walls. Sadly the wall that held the back bar was later dismantled and moved back a few feet by ownership #4. Nice folks, who just wanted to gain more space, but ended up releasing the spirit that was once a part of Burkhardt’s Oyster Bar, that indescribable feeling of soul when you walked through the door.

This drawing, a self-portrait, was done one night as I attempted to wind down from a shift tending bar. It was around the beginning of the Broadway Oyster Bar era, (ownership #2), where business was tighter and money was being made. We were getting busier every day. The baseball crowd found out about us despite the lack of signage. The place was really changing and so was I. I had quit smoking and drinking because I was pregnant. My whole being was evolving towards its motherly side and it was a strict mother. We were busy enough without having to scold folks for messing with the trees, climbing the fence and just being rude. I was becoming the monster behind the bar.

The Delmar Forsyth Line...

2009-04-22T00:51:00.000-07:00

Our local transit system's recent cutbacks have reminded me of the days when I had weathered through their limited routes...

There was a time when I depended entirely upon the city’s mass transit system. I lived in Lafayette Square and worked out in U-City. I would take my two buses to get to work however the system would shut down before midnight, leaving me stranded half way home so I had to improvise. I would simply ride one bus all the way downtown and walk across town to my favorite dive bar. But this required a game plan to to stave off the possibility of any trouble.

My plan was simply a three-foot long, cardboard box filled with freshly popped popcorn. Of course! I worked at the coolest movie theatre in town and would box up the leftovers in one of the long, narrow boxes that the cups came in. I carried this along with my sketchbook and newspaper. The bus rides weren’t bad, I learned quickly to avoid making eye contact. My concern was the walk late at night when all the bad guys were out cruising the mean streets of our deserted city. Ahh, but I took comfort with my plan. Should someone bother me I planned on bashing them about the head with the cardboard box. I pictured popcorn flying everywhere that would instantly startle them, allowing me time to quickly run away! Surely they would leave the crazy girl alone. It tied in perfectly with the fact folks at the bar were eagerly awaiting the delicious popcorn each night and would take notice if I didn’t show up.

Such a beautifully brilliant plan which I never got to try out.

This is one of my rough sketches from the Delmar-Forsyth line.

Imagine...

2009-04-16T23:18:00.000-07:00

As Dom pointed out, I just reached 2 degrees of separation from the Beatles. Ahhh, but let's not forget that I'm just 1 twit away from perhaps my new BFF, Yoko Ono.

(Hey... live life as art.)

Easter Comes Early...

2009-04-12T21:52:00.000-07:00

Events this week lent towards my last minute decision to forgo fluffy bunny ears and cute 'Spring's Sprung' puns as I opted to render a timlier Easter image.

(click on image for larger view)

One Day You'll Look Back...

2009-04-04T22:50:00.000-07:00

I was just going through an old sketchbook...

where I was into a simple line drawing phase and my daughter was in her monochromatic phase. My style was defined as contour lines, hers was freeform with a big red crayon. The common ground was my sketchbook. Every single page.

And this is the day I look back and laugh.

My Digital Colorforms...

2009-03-25T01:09:00.000-07:00

And who doesn't enjoy an overly dressed cat?

After drawing the holiday decorations and seeing how well they turned out... I've thought of many other things to do to this hairball of a kitten. But that's for another day.

"Tis My Luck Being Irish...

2009-03-17T00:57:00.000-07:00

...that I just found a copy of my grandmother's lineage!..!!

A few hours ago, with a simple google here, link there, confirming dates and there it was. Three steps had taken me to a direct link clear across the ocean to the town records in County Tipperary, Ireland. I was suddenly looking at a list of her parents, brothers and sisters. Simple and quite amazing.

My grandmother was such a delightful lady who had settled in NYC when she married. She loved St. Patrick's Day. I think she really loved folks celebrating something Irish, and in a big way. When we were young, she would mail us each a religious St. Pat's Day card along with a small cellophane envelope containing real shamrocks from Ireland. One of her sisters would gather them and send them earlier in the month.

So this year, I feel she helped guide me to find this treasure of her family history. Our family line, our wee pot o' gold.

This drawing is of my art director's cat, Miss Miss. I just did a series for her, showing her Miss celebrating each holiday. I'll share more on that later, but today, it's all about St. Patrick's Day.

The Hills are Alive...

2009-03-13T07:36:00.000-07:00

…with schmaltz.

Work has been pretty scarce lately. My last big assignment was a sample project with designs to woo work from some tough Canadian publisher. I was given a week to render a whitetail deer ecosystem. I used every day of it. The art director loved it, but the publisher didn’t. Oh well. We haven't given up yet.

This is a practice piece from the series that just evolved into…

“The Sound of Music”, Montana style. You know, in my own schmaltz’ed up style.

Schmaltz [shmahlts, shmawlts]
–noun
1. Informal. exaggerated sentimentalism, as in music or soap operas.
2. fat or grease, esp. of a chicken.
Also, schmalz.
Variations: schmaltzier, schmaltziest, schmaltziness, schmaltzy, schmalz, schmalzier, schmalziest, schmalzy
Origin:
1930–35; < Yiddish shmalts or G Schmaltz; c. smelt

(The kid is my nephew, Aedan who has taken to music since a baby; 'Manda and I gave him the violin last year.)

Friends Don't Let Friends Sing Drunk...

2009-03-06T14:30:00.000-08:00

My other brother and his wife journeyed north last week, from their beautiful world in the country, to take me out and about. We were belatedly celebrating our birthdays with our all-time favorites. Enjoying the best curry in town featuring an 11 flight-high view, then an acoustically perfect concert with John Prine. Since my brother just hit the milestone of 50!!! years; they spared no expense with getting the best seats possible. After all, we've loved John Prine and his music for over 35 years now. Wow.

I heard the show was sold out. Everything was going well, until a woman sitting behind me started singing. She sang out loud, very badly and didn't know the words as well as she thought. Clearly this woman had been drinking something that has a very long drunk factor. Okay, I let her enjoy the first two songs, as everyone was so excited; then I gave her the "Please...!" look. She got it - but only for a few minutes, as she was one of those no-short-term-memory drunks. So between songs we had a talk. I used some of John Prine's kind of empathy and, well... I made a new friend. She tried to control herself as best she could then proudly took to "high-fiving" me after each song. I don't do "high-fives" well; I'm always awkward, but I was willing to do whatever it took to enjoy the show. After all, I'm far too familiar with what could go wrong with overly drunk drunks from my spending 13 years intoxicating them in the past. This was obviously some serious time-delayed karma from my younger days. So I dealt with it, the best I could.

With three-fourths of the show over, he sang a sad song. My drunken friend started to sob. Out loud. Through the entire song. When the song was over, she left. Without even a goodbye.

So the next morning when I awoke, I reflected on the show and wondered if my drunken friend remembered it at all. A few days later I read a very favorable review of the show in the RFT where the author states he sat in front of a very loud drunk. His drunk not only sang out loud, he also hollered a lot. Again, friends should NOT let friends sing drunk (in public)!

You know… the older I get, the fonder I am of public stockades.

(The drawing is a cleaned & colored scan from a rough promo I had done for a local band... oh, about 20 years ago. I revised this to show "X" generally marking my brother's little piece of paradise.)

Powerless (he's not...)

2009-02-23T13:21:00.000-08:00

My youngest brother is an author. A real professional, gets paid to write stories, taken seriously, three-book first deal kind of author. And today it's so official. His first book is being promoted on Amazon and the book won't even be available until November. Check it out, this is the official cover (note plenty of open space for future award stickers)...

Oh, and the rights have already been sold to an Italian publisher. Yeah. It's going international. His first book!

"Congratulazioni Matthew! Siete notevole."

Here's the Amazon link to reserve your copy:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375855955?ie=UTF8&tag=
ktbufagogo-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN+0375855955

Subtle tokens of affection...

2009-02-19T01:07:00.001-08:00

My ex made this one...

and I made this...

And then I made this for our child who occasionally calls me "SMother"...

That's with love. Right?

Happy Birthday Chloe...

2009-02-15T16:29:00.000-08:00

February 14th is a pretty special day. It’s the birthday of a friend of mine. She’s one of my favorite people that I’ve always been impressed by. Being bright and very creative, she’s spent years studying dance, music, art and is now getting involved in theatre. With charming looks and a sweet smile, she carries herself with poise and confidence. She knows what she cares about and does something about it. In fact, she loves animals so much that a few years ago she simply stopped eating them. She has conviction. And today is her birthday. Her thirteenth birthday.

I wish for her birthday that she embrace this milestoned era with maintaining a strong sense of self. She’s developed skills that will aid her through the teen years that we older folks reflect upon as “awkward”. (That awkwardness is only due to growing up too fast.) Balance is necessary to transcend well from child to adult. I wish for her that each day she enjoy her youth with positive energy and balance.

I believe in her…
“Happy Birthday Chloe! You are someone to be admired.”

(I remember she named her first kitten 'Butterfly', so I drew her surrounded with fun, flighty butterflies.)

Proud to be American... again!

2009-01-27T12:32:00.000-08:00

I grew up patriotic. Not the crazy, robotic, mindless patriotism, rather as the proud daughter of a USA soldier who taught us the right from wrong kind of patriotism. My first fifteen years were spent growing up in the Army and I remember a rush of pride each time we paid respect to our flag and all it stood for. That is until the Tricky Dick years (my father had also warned us about blindly following the leader).

Last week, that rush of patriotism returned when we United States of Americans warmly welcomed our 44th president, Mr. Barack Hussein Obama.

President Obama has stirred the souls of the world as he's promised to lead our way to reclaim and rebuild our country. One of the first tools he’s provided us with is knowledge through the official Whitehouse website... http://www.whitehouse.gov

There, he’s initiated a blog that provides to everyone government communication, transparency and participation. Oh, and there’s also his request for feedback. Hmmm. Sounds like someone’s paying attention to the meaning of “government of the people, by the people, for the people…”.

What a guy!...!! (Awww, and he can dance too!)

(I was so very busy over the holidays; I was never able to complete my Christmas cards. Time spent was with family and working. So, with a few alterations we have here my latest rendering. Oh, and last report from my daughter, Ralphie has adapted well to the Brooklyn way of life and is making friends fast.)

Bittersweet...

2008-12-10T11:17:00.000-08:00

The bitter: Ralphie's moving to NYC right after the New Year and we are really going to miss him and his happy little dance moves.

The sweet: My daughter's moving into a real dog friendly apartment and little is sweeter than your kid reuniting with their dog after spending over a year apart.

(I drew this cartoon of Ralphie which does capture his always worried look and wagging anticipation. There really should be a slight jiggle in there somewhere in the hindquarters. I actually had a vintage overnight case that I painted "Brooklyn" on, just like in the drawing. Then I packed it well with his stuff and he was ready for his first big road trip.)

Let the Holidays Begin...

2008-12-01T10:41:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving was nice. My favorite part is the kids. This year I let my three-year-old nephew take the photos. Here's his shot of the table that his older brother properly set for dinner, from the perspective of a three year old...

Two days later there was a surprise 50th birthday party. It was a success. Valerie was horrified as she walked into her kitchen to find people screaming at her from every dark corner. SURPRISE!...!! Seriously, once she settled into the idea, she had a great time and I’m certain she felt older the next day.

I helped with the invitations. I decided we should celebrate turning 50 with the color blue rather than that trite, black "over-the-hill" attitude (I think a really mean person came up with that theme). It’s really cool to feel the "getting older” blues - it brings on introspective thought while considering your options, then you smile and get on with your life. Turning 50 is just a really cool shade of blue.

Of course, the next morning came too soon. There was still another party to attend! We drove out to the country for Linda & Joe’s Annual Christmas Open House. Everyone raves about Joe’s great gumbo and then there’s Linda’s amazing art glass. Quite a variety of shiny and bright pretty objects for sale, I felt like a little bird being drawn to this, this, this, and... that!

This is just one of many interesting things Linda creates with glass. (See more at http://glasscompositions.com)

All together a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.
(Only five things would have made it perfect... visits by my two brothers, sister-in-law, nephew and of course, my daughter.)

And The Winning Poster Is...

2008-11-24T19:15:00.000-08:00

Not mine.

Well, word's out on the streets as to the winner of the 2009 Soulard Mardi Gras poster contest and I don't mind sharing my place here to show that winning poster. The story I got is that the artist is a young woman bartender, working in Soulard, with many fans. Hey, it's pretty good and sexy pinup girls are in right now...

So this was my first art contest and I enjoyed the experience. Besides, I met another artist through this event, an illustrator with a charming style and shared concerns for our now kinder, gentler world. You can see her work here: http://redheadedstepchildblog.blogspot.com

Oh, and watch for my poster available as refrigerator magnets someday soon!

A Promise...

2008-11-22T13:31:00.000-08:00

A promise is a promise, especially when made to your child. The most recent made to my daughter, was that I would post something each week on this blog site, which didn't seem to be asking too much. She simply supports my creative side.

But I am just too busy right now.

In the blink of an eye, my dance card is so full with work that I may not sleep again until January 8th. Work is coming in from all directions with no regards to the holiday season, but that's the publishing business. Besides, these are the days where no one turns down work.

So there's no time for creating blogable art this week. But with regards to my promise - I quickly pulled something from the past. I found these photos of some boxes we decorated that'll work. Looking at these takes me back to roughly this time last year. My daughter and I had spent many days with cheap wine, good music and shared stories as we decorated several wooden boxes with scraps from 50's & 60's encyclopedias and magazines. And glitter. Don't forget that glitter! The boxes were later sold in the 4th Annual Rock 'n Roll Craft Show. Well, most of them sold.

My promise is kept with recalling good times shared with my kid. Perfect.

MY BROTHER MATT...

2008-11-16T17:42:00.000-08:00

My youngest brother is more powerful than Superman. He uses words to conquer the evils of our world!

Keep your eyes open for this guy. Seriously. (I drew him here, as he hovers outside his NYC apt.)

HE'S SO COOL AND JUST 35 YEARS OLD TODAY!!!

Love ya!!!
xoxoxox

"My turn..."

2008-11-15T09:57:00.000-08:00

Well, it's my turn to become unemployed again as my steady gig has gone south for the winter. Looking for a real job is sad as the ones that interest me just aren't interested in me.

Don't you wish you could just walk up to someone who seems a bit burnt out with their job, tap them on the shoulder and say "My turn!". This always crossed my mind each morning as I drove to my former corporate job by way of the park. I would pass by two museums each morning where their employees frowned sadly as they shuffled through the doors. I would think, "Trade places or retire to Florida!".

So yesterday, while multi-tasking through the classifieds, looping through telephone voice prompts, and revising the ol' resume - I doodled this duck. Then borrowed a clip from one of my vintage souvenir scarves to make this stamp. It's my attempt to channel in on some sample braille art I recently did for a job bid. Simple, strong vectored lineart for children's braille textbooks. I really would love to get that project.... and soon please!

We Choose the American Dream...

2008-11-06T00:06:00.000-08:00

A brave and good man who will lead by example with hard work and integrity. Today, he's made us proud to be Americans again.

(This art is linked to that created and posted in Sept'08, titled as "A Perfect Fit...". This mask, "The American Dream On a Stick", was created back in 1991, while our bombs burst over the Gulf War. It's taken over 17 years to find it's perfect fit.)

And the winner is...

2008-11-01T02:42:00.000-07:00

ME...?!!! Ohhh, hopefully it's me and Barack Obama!!!

The annual Soulard Mardi Gras 2009 poster contest deadlines tomorrow. Grand prize includes enough schwag to delight everyone this Christmas. The only criteria given was to include their star logo; it was not neccessary to follow this year's theme: "Soulard celebrates the history of the world".

So, I attempted to be clever with pulling together the Big Bang theory with Creationism and had fun going back in time to when I earned a living by coloring comic books. I can't tell if it works yet, but in my mind it's a definate political statement. But then, we're only three days to the election that's going to change the course of history and hopefully the winner is... US.

The Girl Effect...

2008-10-16T10:53:00.000-07:00

So it appears Blog Action Day '08 threw a party and everyone came! Last count was over 12,800 blogs from all over the world addressing the single topic of poverty. Powerful. They claim an audience of over 13 million - but actually about 50 of those were me. I spent the morning coffee time scrolling around as I found my way to the blogging artists' neighborhood. I had had little sleep and wanted pictures, few words to wake me up. Then I found what I was looking for. One simple suggestion of a solution. Simply done so very well...

The Girl Effect.... good, huh. Allowing the world to evolve through simply educating a girl. Wow.

A similar cause has been going on for over 60 years by a group called Heifer International (not limiting services to just girls.) In fact, I was given a heart warming gift last Christmas by my youngest brother-family. A flock of chicks were given to an impoverished family on my behalf. They now not only enjoy that perfect protein-filled food each day, but also share eggs within their village. Building sustainable communities. Wow.

It's just that simple.

http://www.girleffect.org
http://www.globalgiving.com/girleffect.html
http://www.heifer.org

Blog Action Day '08 - POVERTY...

2008-10-15T22:03:00.000-07:00

You know, you just don't see babies like these in your wealthy neighborhoods. Parents in Haiti feed their children dirt to hush their hunger while parents in the USA are feeding their children empty calories because that's all they can afford. I drew this cartoon to show the effect of poverty with obesity and malnutrition.

Today is "Blog Action Day '08 - Poverty" created to address just one issue with a thousand voices, an annual nonprofit event, that sparks communication. It's refreshing, interesting and instrumental in allowing voices to be heard. Check this site for an amazing assortment of ideas on this topic. http://blogactionday.org

Coincidentally, tomorrow is "World Food Day", marking the day, 45 years ago, that the United Nations created the Food and Agriculture Organization to address global hunger. Check out what they've been able to do, what they are doing today and what we all can do to ease this pain. No guilt. Just folks helping folks. http://www.wfp.org

Oh, and did you hear that in order to help ease the escalating poverty problems, Robert DeNiro's new hotel, The Greenwich, is donating half the rates charged to stay in any of his $5000 - $15,000 per night rooms!..!! (Okay, I totally made that up as I can't comprehend any other reason for fifteen-thousand-dollars-per-night. Bobby call me - we gotta' talk.)

Evolving Polar Bears...

2008-10-05T09:45:00.000-07:00

Busy-busy! Living the life of a squirrel these days, staying as busy as possible, taking on more work than one can reasonably get done in a day. I'm storing up for the expected long, cold, grey winter daze ahead. So there is no new art to post here. None of my art that is...

But art is everywhere and always as a state of mind. With that said... the autumn winds are here, filled with political thoughts and the occasional protest.

Protesting may be passive or aggressive or passive-aggressive, or just go unfortunately unnoticed. Protesting can be written, impromptu, staged, huge or small. Protesting can also be a single solitary action. Just one lonely figure with a message can be art.

A friendly polar bear was hanging out across the street from last week's VP debate, held here in St. Louis. The art here lies in the fact many parents had some "expalining" to do...

This polar bear's simple message stood out in the middle of a recent rush hour traffic jam in Washington DC...

And this polar bear lives the indigent life of another homeless, out of work American as seen on the busy streets in DC, your town or mine...

Seriously, the plight of the polar bear is horrible. They simply cannot evolve fast enough to compete with the changing environment. That is, evolve in a positive direction. Recent reports state they are resorting to cannibalism as they are literally starving as the reality of their world quickly disappears. Will the polar bears vanish from the face of Earth due to our changing environment - or because they've eaten each other? Leaving just one lonely polar bear, standing on a street corner somewhere with a sign. It's the cruelest of ironies.

A Perfect Fit...

2008-09-21T21:42:00.000-07:00

Last week was spent dog sitting for some friends who live on the mighty Mississippi river. Their place is like living in a Van Gogh painting with a really great dog. Included were fabulous moonrises, intense sunrises and fresh raspberries any time of the day. It was just what I needed. Refreshing and sparking a memory or two...

Hanging on one of their walls was a mask I had made years ago. It was one of a few dozen handmade, one of a kind, made in an attempt to cash in on some Mardi Gras green- masks. Working with a dear friend, we worked for weeks trying to out-do each other with unique creativity and then would hit the streets hawking them to folks that were out celebrating Mardi Gras - St. Louie style. My apartment had become covered with confetti, glitter and feathers - everywhere, giving the look of an intense morning after (well, at least in my world).

Many masks and cascarones (confetti filled party favors) were made and sold, a few were given away; and not a lot of money was made. It was in fact, however, one of the best times I spent with my friend Nancy. She was an amazingly creative soul who believed that above all else you should laugh. Laugh hard and dance well.

Then, today, while still reflecting on those days, I thought of how hard it seems to be for folks to laugh these days. Most the laughter I hear is directed towards comments made about the powers that are and will be controlling our country. There is a laughter but it's out of fear. We laugh out of disbelief and we laugh out of frustration. But it's not funny. Folks are getting angry. It is certainly one of the scariest times ever.

Then I suddenly laughed a hard Nancy-laugh as I noticed the one mask I have left over works directly with the other in creating a rather remarkable statement. I quickly pulled together some digital scraps and the help from a couple of scrappy guys to help punctuate my point.

The result represents these grey days of decisions... and it's a good fit guys!

Tears and Fears...

2008-09-11T15:19:00.000-07:00

The polar bear is the world's largest land predator. Males range from 775 to 1500 pounds, while the females maintain a svelt 330 to 550 zone. I read that they do scold their young for misbehaving with a slight scuff. They share their dinner and wag their tails when they want to play. They typically survive -40º weather for weeks at a time and swim over 60 miles in arctic water to feed upon seals lounging on floating sea ice. They bury themselves in the frozen ground to sleep it off and when they do wander around their frozen wilderness they may be shot dead at any time by trophy hunters in hired helicopters.

The sea ice is quickly melting away. The permafrost is disappearing. The petition to save the polar bears was introduced over three years ago. Three months ago, polar bears were finally listed as "threatened" under the Endangered Species Act. Last month the Governor of Alaska sued to revoke this judgment. Three weeks later she accepted the Republican's position of understudy to the most powerful position in our country.

Coincidence? Afraid not. I smell oil... again.

(While I drew this i had to stop to wipe away my tears - which made me wonder why we never see the animals cry.)

27 Years Ago Today...

2008-08-15T13:38:00.000-07:00

After enduring over 40 hours of labor, I gave birth to my daughter. My beautiful little girl.

A few months later, I labored over this drawing of my daughter sitting with her poet of a daddy-o. (Rusty and overworked portraits were my thing back then.)

Jump to twenty-two years later… when I labored over this painting of her all grown up. A rather remarkable young woman and my continued source of pride and inspiration.

Happy Birthday Baby!

Choices... Music vs. Science

2008-08-08T12:28:00.001-07:00

While working, I was trying to decide what to listen to on the radio... Bob's Scratchy Records is playing great eclectic music with an attitude and then there's Science Friday. Choices. So, I opted for the danceable one, the one with rockin' Beatles' haircuts (besides, I'm trying to teach my dogs to dance). We'll pod the science at 3am to keep us awake with intelligent hope through science. Hopefully.

More of my digital scraps have been recycled into today's art. I'll call it... "Science Fair Won".

Digital Scraps...

2008-08-07T14:32:00.000-07:00

Do you recycle or just toss them away? The other day while working on the computer, I caught myself unconsciously planning the next steps, all based upon making the best use of each piece as I copied, cut and pasted. I'm too busy for this. They're scraps! DIGITAL SCRAPS at that!!! But I can reuse them. I live my life as green as possible and that apparently includes my life in the digital world.

This scrappy piece of art was made from 100% recycled digital scraps from previous works. I call it "Digital Litter"...

A side note regarding the revisions I last mentioned with last week's "Deadlines Should Remain Dead"... it became a major dose of deja vu. Yet another round of revisions were ordered which only proved folks seldom know what they want - but always know what they don't. Once they see it. The last 30 drawings made them fall in love with my work. I now have the entire project to do. With another tight deadline. Ah, work has... worked.

DEADLINES should remain DEAD...

2008-07-25T17:44:00.000-07:00

Sometimes drawing on a tight deadline can be just the same as driving across Kansas in the middle of the night. Suddenly, your head jerks sharply, as you notice a long solid line running across your path. Hopefully you can hit "redo", pull over, and take a bit of a nap.

I had just completed a red-hot deadline when this drawing came to mind. I had just been informed all the instructions given to me were incorrect and the complete 28 drawings need to be redone. By Monday. Yes, I definitely saw the most intense, yet alarmingly beautiful shade of red.

Ahhhhhhhhh... the Dog Days of Summer Have Arrived...

2008-07-20T19:33:00.000-07:00

It was 104º heat index today with a slight breeze of 99 degrees. Air quality was listed as dangerous with warnings to stay inside. Sounds like a summer Sunday in St. Louis.

So I drew this picture of a woolen clad mule wandering the wilderness after a wicked winter storm. (whew.) Just because one day we may need pictures like this to explain winter and the wilderness to the young ones.

Ralphie Does 4th of July...

2008-07-19T10:38:00.000-07:00

Our celebration of Independence Day this year consisted of taking the dogs to the park to run independently off leash while the cats roamed the house independent of dogs. I pondered my independent dependence with drawing pictures for a living.

This is the art made that day...