Saturday, November 20, 2010

street art

I've been on this lettering kick lately and wanted to make a design that featured some of Ohio City's unique streets all jumbled together, kind of like the real neighborhood.

Friday, November 12, 2010

a little beauty and gloom

Just posting the latest Cleveland cityscapes with a couple portrait studies mixed in.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

stack of meat

This was for a story in the November issue of Eating Well Magazine connecting high-protein diets with Osteoporosis in women. Serious subject, but we wanted to create something 'a little funny' to pull the reader in. So go easy on the turkey this thanksgiving ladies!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

he's back...

Not sure if you've seen him around but he's back with a new book. While I was going through my old things I stumbled upon this. A sign I made during the 2004 election that through an unknown turn of events ended up in the IFC documentary film ...So Goes the Nation. I nearly fell out of my seat at the Cedar-Lee when I saw these shots in the film's preview. Good times.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Latest George

So I recently got back from a weekend trip to DC and (naturally) felt inspired to make this. A dream opportunity would be a children's book (in this or a similar style) about George. I've been mulling over some story ideas. I'll keep at it. : ) You can view pics from the trip on my facebook album here.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Election Tuesday - November 2, 2010

All of the recent (sometimes hateful) rhetoric made me think back on that old Emma Lazarus poem I probably last read in 4th grade. In that benevolent spirit, I wanted to make something that highlights the good this country is capable of. I posted Emma Lazarus's poem below, it's worth another read.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus, 1883