The coloring is coming along

A work in progress. The foreground's done, now the background . . .

July 4th: First Friday at Babes in the Woods Gallery

I'm still hard at work for the new show in July at the Babes in the Woods Gallery. So tell your family and friends to screw off with all their BBQ'ing on the 4th and join me for some snacks at the old Post Office Mall. They don't love you like, love you.

Here's another one of the new words from my trip to Japan. This one in particular is from Kyoto on our day long trek through every temple in Kyoto.

A black and white image from the new show.

Japan Travel Diary: Day 3

Awesome comes in two flavors . .

Japan Travel Diary: Day 3 pt. 2

Statues I saw outside of a few of the shrines in Kyoto.

(Kinda) Bob Ross

Page from the upcoming Texas: Big and Small

Japan Travel Diary: Day 3

Japan Travel Diary: Day 2 and 3

After a long delay, here are some more pages from my Japan Travel Diary. To prevent my inevatible delays in posting, I"m just going to post the images, rather than the long, expansive stories behind them, because I've got fifty pages of them and I could go on for pages. So . . . if you want the back story on anything, comment, and I'll post it up.

Also, I just got back from Cleveland and did another Travel Diary for that trip, so those pages will follow.

The second reson I'm the best cousin in the world . . .

Reason #2: Taught my cousin Natalie to ride her bike using entirely made up technique, I will call the "Soviet method" in which I made her wobble back and forth on her bike on the grass, almost knocking her off(after one inital try on the concrete), until she could balance herself, then I shoved her as fast I could down the driveway. In short, the technique is comprised of two parts: 1) violent shaking, then 2) shoving a child into traffic. Its sink or swim folks. I only had an hour.

The reason I'm the best cousin in the world

The wife and I just got back from Cleveland, visiting my relatives. My cousin Vinnie had a school report on New Mexico and requested an Alien Costume. Alex had the idea to make a paper mache mask. I had the idea to make it especially creepy. I intended to have it have a little smile, but after seeing the finished product, that would have pushed the whole mask into nightmare inducing teritory. By the way, paper mache stinks when it is dry, but then again, neither of us had to wear it.

The new book, coming soon.

I did the big push today and finished drawing the last of the 28 animals for the new book (scorpion, possum and big horned sheep) , jut a few hours of coloring tomorrow and it will be finished and done.

The new book, a work in progress

My Hansomness (through no fault of my own)

My handsomeness, courtesy Brian Adams, photographer extraordinaire.

The Friendliest, Deadliest Animals

Here's a preview of a piece I'll be including in a first Friday show at Babes in the Woods gallery on June 27th. I'm trying to have all new (or mostly new pieces), so it should be interesting. I'm also working on a new book "Texas Big and Small", so keep an eye out for that in May or June.

Brian Adams documents the Death Match

The photo stylings of Brian Adams

The Eggs of Death (pt. 2)!

The Eggs of Death!

An overview of the worthy competitors.

The Games Begin!

Being the first annual "Deathmatch" and that we were generally making it up as we went along . . . and that there wasn't much rolling to be had on the snow, the rules grew naturally from the ferce spirit of competition that boiled up as the eggs were tossed about.

We began with the rolling. Alex threw the cerimonial first egg as I lit the fire, signaling the beginning of the Death Match proper.

No eggs were damaged, so we stepped it up a bit.

We began throwing for distance, but the soft snow cuddled our eggs, leaving them unscathed. Alex, ever the inovator, began the "William Tell" portion of the event, in which the eggs were thrown at the cerimonial egg which was cradled in an outstretched hand. Note: Eggs thrown with force at a wrist bone from twenty paces feel like a rock being thrown at my arm from twenty paces . . . indistinguishable really.

The eggs were still unmolested, so we just threw them as hard as we could at a flower pot, with extra points for making the eggs into the flower pot. Two competators eggs remained undamaged and the true Death Match began.

The final two faced off, carefully walked out 10 paces, then turned and threw their Easter egg at their competitor. And thus, the Egg Throwing Death Match concluded for the year.