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 […]

     This is a sketch from 2001, a drawing of a comet flying over a city. From this sketch grew an entire story about a comet, an ancient legend, and a magic necklace, the foundations of my graphic novel Smoog and the Eye of the Trillagryyn, 2005. Below is the cover art for the finished book […]

     In the summer of 1989, Hudson, Paul, and I drove across the country to explore the American West. I tried to document our playful journey with sketches and illustrations of the places we went. We spent a good deal of time backpacking and camping in the wilderness, and it was usually a refreshing change […]

     Scribbles like these are generally where ideas are born for me, whether it’s new characters, stories, or anything else.  I try to draw, or at least scribble something, every day, but I often have long dry spells. Although many of my sketch books are filled with gradual creations of finished illustrations, the freedom of random […]

     I drew this in 1994, during one of  many emotionally tumultuous days in Seattle. I don’t quite remember the circumstances that evoked this particular drawing, but I imagine that it was during a series of extreme mood swings. I must have been taking a brief break from it all by allowing myself to have some […]

These are a few quick entries from a journal I kept in 1992. I’ll share a couple of my favorites. (Yes, these are all things I worry about.)   The meteorites concern me the most.