Saturday, December 31, 2011

Birdie & Birdie 2



Friday, December 30, 2011

A History of the Ptero Tarot: Deuce of Pentacles

The first image is a recreation of the original below, which was drawn and colored in the early 1980s on poster board cut to card size. The recreation must have been done in the 1990s, but I don't remember it (like much of that decade). I still have the pack of hand drawn cards, though it is largely incomplete.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Ptero Tarot: The Moon and the Sun



Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Ptero Tarot: Temperance


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A History of the Ptero Tarot: Ace of Swords

These two illustrations were done three years apart. The first was in 1991 and the second in 1994. I like them both for different reasons, but -- after spending some time with these drawings -- I don't think I'm satisfied that I've nailed the image for this card yet.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Ptero Tarot: The Lighthouse

I became a fan of Roger Dean in the late 1970s; he's the artist behind the amazing and fanciful 70s album covers for the band Yes and in the 80s for Asia. This drawing is an homage to his paintings.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Everywhere

I hope yours is splendid!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Ptero Tarot: The Star


Friday, December 23, 2011

Ptero Tarot: Death


Thursday, December 22, 2011

Sigil of the Mystic Lunar Empire


Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Ho, Ho, Hobot


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Ptero Tarot: The Wheel


Monday, December 19, 2011

Prick

I was feeling like I was being a jerk this morning, so I drew this self portrait.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Night and Day


Saturday, December 17, 2011

Birdbob Circle Shirt

Sometimes I'm inspired by the people I know. When a friend of mine tweeted (ha, ha, ha) about Birdbob, I couldn't resist a cartoon.

Birdbob first appeared on Life of Jayysenn.

Friday, December 16, 2011

The Magic Fish


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Meanwhile, on Facebook (Part 3)










Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Looking Spring

An excerpt from The Looking Spring:

In the center of the meadow a small circle of standing stones stood and in the center of the circle danced a young god, naked and blind to all but his dance. From one foot he would leap, turn in the air and land on his hands inches from a stone, then vault to the top of the stone and spin.

Original pen and ink, ca 1995

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Am I blue?


Monday, December 12, 2011

You're welcome.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Eyehorn


Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Insane Root


Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner? 
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1.3.83)

The original drawing is from 1977 and was done for my high school's annual creative arts publication, The Insane Root. It was used as the frontis piece. I always get a little bit giddy every time I see it; I remain very fond of it.

The inspiration came from a guest on the Merv Griffin show, which I watched every afternoon after school. He was showing off some of his drawings, one of which was "tessellated" faces. He referred to it as wallpaper.

I wish I could remember who it was. Alas, memory is the second thing to go...

The Teaching Cliff


Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Single Tree


An excerpt from The Looking Spring:

Cameron sat beneath the ancient Single Tree. The little boy sat next to him. “What was your name before?” the boy asked.

“I don’t remember,” Cameron said. “I woke up and I couldn’t remember.”

“Couldn’t remember your name or couldn’t remember before?”

My name. Before. My name before. Before I woke up...

Samurai Salamanders


In 1992, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was all the rage. This was my response to those venerable amphibians. I've colored this guy several times and I don't anticipate a time in the future when I won't trot out the sketch again for a new treatment. He's one of my favorites.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Seriously.


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Holiday Drama


Back in the early '90s, I was asked by a coworker to design a Christmas card that featured the Comedy and Tragedy masks. It was never finished...until now.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Boom.


A Christmas card I drew in 1992. Originally it was printed on red card stock and looked fairly terrible.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Meanwhile, on Facebook (Part 2)

Here is another selection of status update image parodies for Facebook.






Saturday, December 3, 2011

Debut Album


Tracks:

Side 1: Suburbs of the Gods Suite
1. Paragon of Mortality (Dennis)
2. A Street Like Della
3. Cul de sac, Cul de mort
4. Love Triangle (Bermuda)
5. Epilogue (Tract Houses in the Sky)

Side 2
1. Penelope Like the Stars
2. Spittoon
3. Acid Bath
4. Xeno's Paradox (Closer Than Ever)
5. (I'm Not Your) Funky (Alien Love Child Stand-in)
6. Whirr

Personnel:
Reno Nevada: Vocals, castanets
Davida Martinique: Bass, backing vocals, Moog bass on Spittoon
Philip Sorcerer: Synths, upright and toy pianos on Spittoon
Puz: Guitars
Astro Fellington-Worth: Drums, percussion, acoustic tom-tom guitar on A Street Like Della


Produced by Splatter Long for Psykotikus Ltd, London.
©1978, Danubis Records, Los Francisco, Arizona.

Friday, December 2, 2011

A History of the Ptero Tarot



The first pair of images were drawn and colored in Microsoft Paint in 1999. In a rare instance of good planning, I saved outline versions of both The Tower and The Juggler (aka The Magician) as sketches -- that is black outlines on a white background.

Today I imported the sketches into Adobe Illustrator and applied gradients for color. Illustrator smoothed the jagged lines from the original paint files which I like much better, and the softer gradients give the cards a much less cartoony feel. Oddly, both versions have their own vitality, which was something I wasn't expecting.

So much for the pretentious artist commentary. What do you think?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Lost Masterpiece


Excerpt:

He saw the parchment on the beach and thought of her, but when he picked it up only the mystery remained. Was this the map? Was this the way? He carefully folded the enigmatic clue and walked further along.


In time the sun began to set and again she appeared, a vague vision behind his eyes. A glint of white at the edge of the sea, too constant to be foam, too crisp to be a jellyfish, caught his eye and he ambled toward the water. Stooping to pick it up, he found it was a sand dollar. The doves inside rattled. The five-petaled blossom on it's back was beautiful, but on it's underside a message had been scratched:


"Come to me." It was signed only, "S."


S. was her initial too. Was it from her? Was this a clue? He sat down in the sand as the sun disappeared over the horizon, pondering the events of his walk. 


When the tidal wave washed over him, he went back home. He lit a fire and put on the pot for tea. He carefully placed the parchment and the sand dollar on his table and prayed for an answer...but none came. There was only the roar of the ocean, the glint of the fire, and the aroma of tea.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Stick-figure Baseball Conspiracy


It was 1999. The originals are bitmap files, so I know they were done in Microsoft Paint at my job. I have no idea why I did them, but I present them now -- gussied up a little with post-millennial software -- for your entertainment pleasure.