The Things That Come Out of My Head

Everyone knows about rum, buggery, and the lash, right?

All Work and No Play Makes for Lousy Art

So, I played a bit yesterday. We drove out to the coast on the spur of the moment, towards mid-afternoon.

 We arrived close to sunset, at one of my favorite places, Arcadia Beach.

We walked down the beach.

The water was beautiful.

Even the sand was beautiful.

Someone built a driftwood lean-to.

It had its own rock garden.

And a gorgeous view.

Earth, sky and water.

A path across the waves.

She Had A Dream

The first "ordinary person" illustration wasn't a fluke. Here's the next. More to follow.

The text:

I wanted to be a teacher. So, six years of school and $30,000 worth of student debt later, I can't find a job. Like, anywhere. I wanted to help kids explore the world and learn about history and science and math. Next month, I'm moving back in with my mom. I so wanted to live in the "real world." I guess I am.

An Ordinary Man

The text:

I worry about a lot of stuff. Such as, will my kids have a good life? Will I have a job in six months? If something happens to me or my wife, will our family be ok? I don't know. Do you want. To know. What really scares me? So many people are so angry all the time. I don't understand all the changes or the anger. I just want to have a good life with the people I care about.

Back to School? What?

Art Deco Calendar - June

For next year, I'm thinking about doing a calendar based on art deco fashion illustration.

August 4th, 1892

Lizzie Borden took an axe

And gave her mother forty whacks.

When she saw what she had done

She gave her father forty-one.

Or maybe not.