Tuesday, March 27, 2007

SAVE YOUR FORK

Monday, March 19, 2007

JUMPIN' JUPITER

Ordinarily we leave this sort of thing to the pros, but as you can see this is an extraordinary case.

http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/03/missionary_enco.html

SATURDAY NIGHT IN GEORGETOWN


The gracious and beautiful Fantagraphics Book Store, where their entire catalog is available for over-the-counter purchase, is hosting a show and sale of my work from Saturday March 24 through May 15 to stimulate interest in the release of the trade paperback edition of SEEING THINGS, with a new and superior cover.

The drawing in the invitation will not be in the show, but it is in SEEING THINGS.

The show will consist of copperplate prints (several new editions of which will be released during the course of the show), a few charcoal drawings, a few watercolor paintings, a few sketchbooks with one sketch in 'em, a few Frank pages, and a toy or two.

I'll be at the opening and I hope you will too. Promise? It's a date!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

PUP IN THE SACRED PRECINCTS


Slowly unfolding in the corridors of doubt are plans for a series of devotional adjuncts, and this is the first image released. Even the notes have been hidden to forstall the crisis of recognition. This is the eastern horizon. Will these "dogs" scale the wall? We shall see.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

SWEET HUMILIATION


It burns in memory like a sucking valve.

Monday, March 12, 2007

THE IRON RAT


Ordinarily we don't go in for this sort of thing; I mean posting family snapshots on what is supposed to be a serious working "blog". This one, however, is special because it was taken by celebrity shutterbug Matt Madden, in Angoluéme, under circumstances that will forever remain dear to our hearts. We told that damn bird to tarry, but... o well.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

LET ME TRY ON YOUR GLASSES


Yagragulky! Is this what you see?

Friday, March 09, 2007

MOLESKINE POPUPS




























New techniques for collapsable 3D sketchbook art are being discovered every day; soon it will be possible for the amateur recorder of the modern scene to recreate the Euclidean forms of the city, wilderness and mythical barnyard between the leatherette boards of his beloved pocket pal. Though the photo does not show it well, these two Jerry Chickens are not flat, but a cylinder and a cone.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

EMPTY TOWN

These are rugged times for the bench-hugger. I trained for one sort of life and now here's another, with all the laws turned backwards. That sweet plain of endeavor that teems in memory is as pale and blank as a snail's forehead. At night under the cotton the sad things drift upwards; the tight wrappings on the samskaras, which for decades have resisted all tugging, loosen on their own and the heavy slabs float into the light. The pitiful false achievements, the ameliorating daydreams, the pretended authorship, the comforting delusions, the willful distortion of history all dissolve into the shimmering spring sky and personally, I find it almost unbearable.