She Sure is {Sketchy} Cute Little Nothings

I just had an hour long conference call about exploding intestines and imploding ventricles. So that was nice. Half way through my notes, these little fellows came to say "hello." 

They want to wish you Happy Valentine's Day.

She Sure is {Popular} Scribble me This

As a child, I was a wit. I could dance the hula. I had great hair. I was working on an ever expanding vocabulary. However, it was clear early on that my parents took their greatest reward in rolling me out for this one parlor trick. Draw a scribble. Give it to the girl. She'll make it sing.

 

I was sure my parent's friend's desire to see the girl who scribbled was just a fluke. However, apparently the interwebs and my family and friends all see my worth the same way.  My blog gets more than a quarter of its fame from society's apparent insatiable hunger for "Scribble Drawings". Google brings them  here. So today I scratch my head, and let Jon scribble away on this lined paper, where I build a popular menagerie of mingled line.

p.s. in keeping with today's Illustration Friday theme... I might be responsible for a clean million of the views on this video: http://youtu.be/8UVNT4wvIGY

She Sure is {Totally Don Draper}

A few seasons ago I was on a date with a Weiden+Kennedy storyboard artist. He looked me dead in the eye and said "So basically, I'm Don Draper." Well, color me impressed! Sometimes the boys know just how to get those gams to fly head over heels. I think it may have been the hardest I ever had to work to keep my eyes from rolling to the sky. Considering my AP Calc teacher used to teach in Pidgen, that is saying something.  In recounting this story over brunch (or several brunches) it is clear women in NYC have had a fella' lead with this line before....

These Madmen posters have been making quite the buzz around town. As their popularity grew, it became apparent that my chance to return to my Clinton Hill, Pratt kid tagging roots just wasn't going to come. I started carrying a sharpie and loitering in corners.

Since good things come to girls who wait, they pasted one up at Carroll Street yesterday. Poised at the ready last night, I realized, "Who am I to steal this moment?" In the dark deserted station,
restless in anticipation, I turned introspective....

 I snake charmed an Italian man in to standing guard at my canvas. Some dollars and a run through CVS later, I found myself back downstairs, where I velcro'd a washable Crayola and some baby wipes to a wall with my twitter handle.

Here are my favorites thus far, because I am not Don Draper, but maybe you are ;). I'm a children's book writer and a K-3 animator, and I believe everybody gets a turn....well I guess that's Don's philosophy too, in a sense.

I don't know if you can make this out, but they've labeled that cow and pig. Genius.





 

Poems on an underground wall.