Wednesday, December 08, 2010


The pink fairy in the Strawberry Quik wants your soul.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Hansel and Gretel

For this season and for ever after, starring in the role of.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Now, now.

Don't you cast your scrapbooking labels on me!

Friday, September 24, 2010


Lily's been causing problems in the Garden of the Gods. I found Ganesh upended, trunk in the dirt. Buddha's gone pallid with fright, arms in the air, ready for a frisk; and the luckcat has forfeited her turn. I've righted them, consoled them, brushed them off--and braved her resentful tortoise eyes--only to find them freshly dishevelled in an hour or so.

She does, however, seem to enjoy resting in the long dark shadow of Alexander the Great. But, really, don't we all?

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I met a lady in the meads.

Gaiman outlined it most recently, but it's just plain common sense. If you meet an old woman under an oak, answer her questions and ask her your own. Give her what food or water she needs, take whatever trinket she gives you and curtsey.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Friday, September 17, 2010


I'm assuming that Gary, Indiana rests on some sort of layline. Eventually the iron bolts that hold it to the earth will rust enough to let the otherworlders over and then Chicago will have something to really fear.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Dripping with the blood of his enemies.


On a roll.

For Kevin who is "juuuuust right". Newfound cousin, dungeonmaster, All-Father to a redheaded host of Loki-like boys, writer extraordinaire, and founder of what I like to call the true Bathroom Reader.
Keep your eyes peeled.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


Really for cranky granny annie as she lies abed, but I'll add my own grumblings to the convalescent mewl.

Friday, September 03, 2010

The shrieking of innumerable gibbons.

Need to get a leg up over Insomnia. I've heard that if you bridle her with elm she'll race until morning.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Tad. Dah.

The last year laid out in front of me. I feel like there should be more, but I suppose two to five rounds of revisions aren't represented.

Friday, August 27, 2010


The last of the mouse pics has been finished and submitted. Spent the day rolling with the felines. Absolutely unintentionally.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Quite Contrary.

More from the Nightmare Maze. Though I buck against representing her as a hero-type.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Little Vespa.

Keeping things as prosaic as possible. Vespa, from Alex's Waking Cassandra. K's optional.

Friday, July 16, 2010


Check out the site.
Art based on Winsor Mckay's Little Nemo in Dreamland.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


The Japanese nekomata. Two-tailed, fireball throwing, soul eating, puppetmaster of the dead. One more reason to keep both the tails and lifespans of your felines abbreviated.
I say your, but really I mean our. I should own up to my weaknesses. Ennui has rent herself in two and is now making afternoon appearances as Foofy the Owlcat.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Wednesday, July 07, 2010


Everything nice.
Snakes and snails.
A little cut 'n paste experimentation that had me verging dangerously on Scrapbookland.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Artful Chaos.

I was directed to turn this image around, and now my sense of linearity is completely thrown. To me she is moving backwards. Unbreaking that glass. Unswirling that jelly.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Cat's Affection

Thank you, Ennui, for the lovely gift of snuggles and dead baby rabbit.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Bookplate 1

Playing an ode to Ti-Jean. Trickster and hero and diminutive farmer.

Saturday, May 15, 2010


Back when hats were befeathered and toes were kept under wraps.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

At her royal highness's bidding.

Master Sergeant Plug of Her Majesty's Second Infantry Division

Look again. It's only the mildest of glamours. The trick is to start with the feet and work your way up. Even the least of Her servants has learned the art of stillness under scrutiny, but this particular fellow has a peculiar sensitivity about his toes. Peer extra hard and he will start to fidget. Lean in and you'll see the telltale blurring around the edges. The rest of him can be tickled out and cloven from his shade. But there's no predicting his mood, and a sullen Plug tends to spit.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Last of the armored guard.

Lonely? No. Mostly I just go around relieved there's no one near to observe the witless shit I do all day.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Before you wreck'em.

An eye-opening campaign from Canisius (Roswell supported) had me raising an eyebrow at a less than impressive mascot. Felt he needed a little improving.

Non G-rated version hidden under a stack of orchestra mice.
Lord, but the things I've done to rodents these past weeks.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Making my due sacrifices to Hephaestus and getting reacquainted with my slippers.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Von Boyage.

Well, in a few days.

Pterodactyl-sized butterflies whomping around in the pit. Strange for someone who clearly has no guts.

Oh, lord. Do I bring my pillow?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Rose Garden

The Rose Garden Early Childhood Center. Bookplate.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Neither here nor there.

At the mouth of Purgatorio stands Queen Rat. Give her a bow and your shoes. Climb on her back and ride the whorls of her tail until she parts you from your senses and pitches you. And then stand in line, barefoot, wordless and without memory, until tea is served.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Hide and Peek.

The first of the Horde. Figured I'd do a little spring cleaning and start airing out the bestiary. Sweep out the old straw, dump the pellets, straighten the spools that serve as chairs. Mice are hoarders and it's dirty work, but nothing compared to the recent business of clearing the Hertel Side. There will be chaff in my hair and dust in my teeth for damn days.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Take Two.

Buffalo re-use in Amherst, NH. A multipurpose pic.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Psyche amidst the brambles.

Possessive owners. Crabbed thickets. Questing sons of minor gods. Teary eyed maidens with dull shears. Flaking skin conditions.
They were rumored to eat human flesh, but if I was a golden fleeced sheep, I'd be hot-tempered too.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Little Candles.

Started out as a racy birthday Victorian, but come hither turned quickly into get thee hence. Seems there's only a breath of difference in shading between the two.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Full of Grace.

My answer to a day of imprisonment under Auntie ESPN. I get fanciful in the face of football.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

All our dark deeeelight.

Sigur Ros and Snorri Sturluson are making pretty pictures in my brain. Residual effects: ice cream headache.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

"Neither weaker nor less firm."

At the coming of Ragnarok, the maidens will burn when the Rhine runs with flame, the gold will be found anew, and the Helm of Dread will be worn by one far greater than Hreidmar's son.

Friday, January 08, 2010

Halve nots.

For the Aurora Waldorf School's Winterfest poster. There were some surgical repairs to be done with this scan, but grafting is easy when the cold slows sap to an ooze. It's the folk who tend to be the problematic--dwarves are traditionally prickly about their beards, and brownies have the tendency of crawling through even the most carefully knit seams.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010