The kind you can’t take home to Mama…

Well, this is my first post in the NC. Just got my studio set up and I’m taking it out for a spin. Here’s to warmin’ back up! Sorry for the delay.

Black Friday

So Greg is on his way across the country, driving solo with his large dog and feisty cat. It’s a hell of a way to spend Thanksgiving but that’s just how he rolls. Oddly coincidental, as I rode the wave of shoppers today I came across the limited edition action figure above. Talk about a deal, even after rummaging through the assorted bin of toothpaste and those really large bouncy balls. Small world!

The ‘Box hopes everyone had an awesome holiday and wish you safe travels wherever you’re headed. Winter is just around the corner!

Wish of the Unicorn

I know, I know, it’s weird. But I have never drawn a unicorn before. Not that I needed to, but well, I did.

Off to North Carlolina to team back up with Dave next week. My dog, cat and I are hitting the road Thanksgiving day. Should be an interesting road trip. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be back on the east coast. See you on the flip side!

Space Camp: Day 15

Drawing is tough. Not kinda tough, or partially tough, or fleetingly tough – more like you want to pull your hair out while running into oncoming traffic tough. Tonight was a rough one which involved painting the above image twice from scratch. Fortunately my lovely wife and cats were here to keep me company, no matter how much I was swearing. I plan on locking away the first version in a tiny aluminum box to be buried deeply in the back yard.

So if you found yourself at your drawing board this evening slapping yourself around or questioning if you would ever draw anything palatable ever again, a kid in North Carolina was sitting right along with you.

Battle onward everyone!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope everyone gets lots of candy.

Space Sickness

When I was a kid I had terrible bouts with motion sickness. I’ve thrown up in purses, back seats, front seats, and even baseball helmets. The toughest journeys were those in the summer to New Hampshire – a truly intimidating 4 hours away. One fateful trek left my brother holding my ankles as I hung out the back of the family van doing what I had to do. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on the driver’s face behind us as my Dad swerved down the highway. Fortunately these days aren’t so bad but if we hang out, please, let me drive.

Until next time!