I am working on this painting very slowly.  I took the photo I am working from when the massage school I work at was moving.  It’s of some of the skeletons that we use to teach students anatomy.  I saw these skulls in a box and I thought it was pretty dynamic.  Now that I’m painting them I think they are teaching me a lot about the color white.  I’m hoping to make more progress on this in the coming months and hopefully get back to working in my sketch book.

If anyone wants to know what is distracting me so much, check out my business blog.  I’m going to try and write two articles per month about massage.  So far I just have an article about how I got my business name but I’m posting something else by the end of this week.  Stay tuned!

Screen Printing

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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here and it’s not that I haven’t been busy it’s that the nature of my projects have changed.  For example, I am helping a friend of mine with a big collaborative project he’s producing called Kitchen Sink Fest.  It will be performed or displayed at Dance Place on July 30th and 31st if anyone is interested in checking it out.  I would explain more but I’m not really sure what the end product is going to be.  I just provided some artwork to be used in it.

However I am happy to say I have a new project that I will display on here gradually.  I’ve just gotten into screen printing which is amazingly fun.  I decided to do a series of scenes from DC for my first project in this medium.  So here are two examples of what I’ve done.  Let me know if you know where they are!


The Last Ride

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The day after we arrived in Dresden we were driven out to the Swiss-Saxony National Park.  It has some amazing rock formations.  There was some rock climbing that I didn’t get to do but the views were amazing.







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Once we reached Dresden it was the end of our bike tour.  So our guides treated us all to dinner at a great seafood restaurant called Kastenmeiers.  It was a great way to spend the night.




Custard and the Wicked Knight by Ogden Nash with some different illustrations


Before anyone gets started with the story I just want to say that Custard the Dragon and the Wicked Knight was one of my favorite stories growing up as a kid.  I was really happy to take on this project when my brother told me he had a copy of the story for my niece but it was missing illustrations.  With that said, let’s begin the story.

Guess what happened in a little white house Where Belinda lived with a little grey mouse, And a kitten, and a puppy, and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio , little pet dragon. IMG_2371 This dragon was a shy one, for ever getting flustered, So they said he was a coward and they called him Custard, He had eaten sup a pirate once, but then He went back to being a coward again. Custard the Dragon felt comfortable and cozy, His breath wasn’t fiery, just flickery and rosy, And he lay with his head on his iron dragon toes, Dreaming dragon dreams in a happy dragon doze. IMG_2372 Belinda sang as she went about her housework, Blink the mouse was busy with her mousework, Ink the kitten was laundering her fur, And teaching the little dog Mustard to purr. Belinda’s song, as she wiped the dishes bright, Was all about Sin Garagoyle, the wicked, wicked Knight. His castle’s on a mountain, above the edelweiss; It’s gates are solid iron, its walls are solid ice; And underneath the cellar is the dismalest of caves, Where he keeps the captive maidens he has carried off as slaves. IMG_2373 Ink, Blink and Mustard joined their voices three: ‘We’re not cowardly like Custard,we’re courageous as can be. So hush you, Belinda, hush you, do not fret you. We promise that Sir Garagoyle shall never, never get you.’ Then – just as Ink was complimenting Blink- ‘That’, said a voice, ‘is what you think!’ Belinda dropped the dishes on the floor, For there was Sir Garagoyle, coming in the door. You could tell he was wicked, for he reeked of roguery, He was like an ogre, only twice as ogre-y, He was twice as big as a big gorilla, And covered with armor like an armadilla- Armor on the front of him, armor on the back, And every inch of it thunderstorm-black. Ink got gooseflesh, Blink was terror laden, And Mustard yelped that he was not a maiden. Blink fled downstairs, Ink fled up, And underneath the sofa went the pup. Sir Garagoyle pounced with panther speed. And carried off Belinda on his snorting steed. IMG_2379 He plied his spurs with a cruel heel; He was in a furry for his evening meal, His favorite meal, of screws and nails And rattlesnake tongues and crocodile tails. IMG_2374 Custard was roused from his quiet dreams By the pitiful sound of Belinda’s screams. ‘To horse!’ he cried. ‘Brave friends to horse! We must organize a rescue force!’ Said Mustard, ‘I’d show that wicked knight- But I’ve got a toothache and I couldn’t bite.’ Said Ink, ‘I can hardly stir my stumps; I’m afraid that I’m coming down with mumps.’ Said Blink, ‘If only I were feeling brisker… But I’m weakened by an ingrowing whisker.’ ‘Alas,’ said Custard, ‘alas, poor Belinda!’ He sighed a sigh, and the sigh was a cinder. ‘Her three brave bodyguards are powerless as she, And no one to rescue her but chickenhearted me. ‘Well,’ said Custard, ‘at least I’m in the mood To be the toughest chicken that was ever chewed.’ As he thought about Belinda and Sir Garagoyle Everything inside him began to boil. He sizzled and simmered and he bubbled and he hissed, Then he whooshed like a rocket through the evening mist. With headlight eyes and spikes a-bristle He pierced the air like a locomotive whistle, Then swooped from the sky as grim as fate And knocked on Garagoyle’s fearsome gate. IMG_2380Sir Garagoyle rose at Custard’s hail:  He was chewing a screw and swallowing a nail.  He called, ‘You can hammer all night and day, but you might as well take yourself away.  My gates are iron and my walls are ice, and I’ve woven a spell around them thrice, and if by chance you should break in, I’ll lay you open from tail to chin.  ‘He thought to frighten the dragon to death, but Custard blew like a blowtorch breath.  He was a small volcano with a whooping cough, and like molte lava the gates flowed off!  He blew another breath, and the icy walls came a-splashing down in waterfalls.  Sir Garagoyle spluttered like a sprinkler-wagon, ‘A knight can always beat a dragon!’ ‘Pooh!’ said Custard.  ‘How you rant! A true knight could, but a wicked knight can’t ‘Have at you then!’ Sir Garagoyle roared, and he rushed at Custard with his deadly sword.  Twice Custard parried those fierce attacks, then he swung his tail like a battle axe.  From helm and breastplate down to spur, it flattened that unworthy Sir.  His armor crumpled like thin tinfoil, and that was the end of Garagoyle. IMG_2377  Custard rushed like a tidal wave down, down, down to the dismal cave Where Belinda lay in chains, a slave -Chains too strong to chop or hack, but he sawed them through with his spiky back.  Belinda was too weak to speak her thanks, but she managed to pat his scaly flanks.  Now Custard was a flyer of great renown, he was able to fly while sitting down, so home he soared with wings a-flap, and Belinda sitting in his lap.  Ink, Blink and Mustard were in a happy tizzy, they danced around Belinda till they made her dizzy, then they looked at Custard and they gave a shout:  ‘There’s a rabbit in the kitchen and he won’t get out.  He’s eaten all the carrots and he’s starting on the peas, and you’re just in time to eject him please!’ IMG_2376  Custard said, ‘You know my habits.  You know I’ve always been afraid of rabbits.  So if this fierce fellow won’t depart in peace, eject him yourself or call the police.’  ‘Oh’, jeered Ink and Blink and Mustard, ‘What a cowardly, cowardly, cowardly Custard!’ ‘I agree’, said Custard: ‘ and I add to that craven, poltroon, and fraidy-cat.  I’ve learned what a nuisance bravery can be, so a coward’s life is the life for me.’ Belinda kissed him and said, ‘Don’t fret, a cowardly dragon makes the nicest pet.’ IMG_2375