Night Owl

So I stayed up all night drawing owls....
Ironic?

Poetic?

Lunatic?
A good dose of all three?


I kicked these off at a reasonable hour, a little after midnight. This morning I got fan art. I love fan art. I hate copyright infringement. But a fan's version of one of my drawings or characters, wrapped up and sent it to me? That is the best!It got me thinking.... I don't really do fan art.
I decided that when I got home from the gym I would do some.

I'm rereading 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'. Let's just say I'm a fan... On my train ride home I started really thinking about Hedwig.

When she's hanging out with Harry on Privet Drive she demands so much attention, her feelings are always getting hurt by Harry's insensitivity. Then Harry carries her off to school and she does her job proud and faithfully. We just don't hear much about her until it's back on the Hogwarts Express to London. That is of course because she's chillin' in the Owlery. She's got friends and co-workers to gossip and play with there!That's where this late night project started. It's taken a life of its own.

See?

Horsies!!!!

That's right.
Theeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy'reeeeeeeeeeeee back!!!!

What do you draw when you're just doodling without thinking?

A Little Birdie

Idle thoughts of an idol fellow

An idle careIdle wordsAn idle touch

Idle banter
Idle fun

Idle curiosity

On The Rings

“Fences are made for those who cannot fly.”
--Elbert Hubbard

Tuxedos Are So Passé

Here are a few concepts I'm children's booking with a writing partner. You know penguin character development is one of my favorite things to do...

I am Having an Exceptional

Hair day. Everybody says so.

Waterbird

My Life is Just a Work in Progress

And daisies.....always dasies.

Upon Opening...

the box was full of happy.

I found that saying on the back of a pack of Korean tissue in high school. I think about it from time to time. It always makes me smile.

This week's Illustration Friday prompt kept finding me back at big hollow boxes. When I think of boxes thoughts of presents are never far behind.

You know that scene in 'Splash'? The one where Tom Hanks hands Darryl Hannah a blue box wrapped in a bow and she huddles it to her chest and is so happy with it? He has to explain that you open it. That scene is me in a nutshell. I'm the kid who would much rather have a box to shake and play with. Imagining what was in the box was a long process. On my birthday or Christmas, opening them was always kind of a let down. Their potential was dead knowing what was in them insured it was over. The fun was in having them all wrapped and stacked and raring to go.This week has been widely reflective for me. I spent the week camping with about thirty teenage girls. It was shocking for me to realize that I'm an effing adult! It's scary. It was weird hanging out with girls who are suddenly so young to me, who have their whole lives laid out in front of them.

Their futures are so mailable. It was a tad overwhelming. I talked to them all week. They were all jealous that I was a working artist. I was constantly being told how cool I was, how they wished I was their sister, how emo-punk my drawings were, (wasn't that a compliment from the nineties?) I left jealous of the infinite abyss of their futures, and their unmade choices.

They were thirty perfectly wrapped boxes. I was open and so exposed. So while I was thinking about hollow boxes, and choices, and gifts, and wide and wild expanses I started thinking about the gifts we're given, and the gifts that friends and lovers offer us, the gifts we give. Some gifts are hollow, others are full of life and passion. As always, while I thought, I sketched.

Listening to right this second: 'The Love That You Had' - Tracy Chapman