From a journal sometime in 1994. (I think my brain is actually a tad larger than as depicted here.)

      American Dreamer is a strip I began shortly before I moved to Seattle in 1991. It’s a strip about this guy, Trent, who moves to Seattle to make it big as a musician, in spite of all the obstacles. Nearly everyone in the strip is based (at least in part) on people I knew […]

      While at my folks’ house over Christmas, I came across a few old playbills from high school I’d designed. Coincidentally, my high school friend, Geoff (who starred in “Come Blow Your Horn”), suggested just yesterday that I post a few of the AHS playbills. Here are the two that I found.        I hope you […]

     Pooter and Cooter started appearing in my sketch books in 1992. They were two immature, beer-drinking delinquents who helped me through a dark Seattle winter. This past Thanksgiving, my sister opened up this book from 1994, and started laughing out loud. I was surprised that my sister found these juvenile characters funny, and even […]

Excerpt from The Samuel Do-Good Letters, by Stephen Richter, 2007: The Night before Christmas It was the night before Christmas, and I drank beer in my house It was pretty darned quiet as I slowly got soused. I was sittin’ at the table and I knew it was late when I had visions of sugar […]

     I drew this in 1992 at an art festival in Seattle, Washington. My sense of humor doesn’t always translate well (or at all!)  to others, and I continue to find myself  frustrated by this. I remember there was a woman at the art festival who was pulling her husband through the various artists’ displays, remarking […]

From a book I wrote for my niece on her fourth birthday: “Big Jim is a friend of mine, Small Jim is his son; and Tiny Jim is Small Jim’s brother, who yesterday turned one.” “Small Jim knows the alphabet, and Tiny Jim does not; and Big Jim is so awfully big, he knows an […]

A scene from my illustrated novel, Smoog and the Eye of the Trillagryyn, 2005.

         When I was experiencing pain in my right hand, and was worried about how it would affect my drawings, my friend, Peg, suggested I practice drawing with my left hand. My first attempts made me realize that i had poor control of the pencil, and might have to re-learn everything about controlled drawing. With […]