Line Work.

i found my technical pens from school...mix that with hours of olympics and this is what you get.

fat helen.

fancy pants, an ode to all the crazy olympic wear this year.

In hiding...again.

Sunday nothings.

which ones are yours?

big moment.

from concept to completion.

there are holes in the wall.

a bear parade...i like.

sleepy sleepy.

dusty things.

bedroom storm.

a good good day.

true enemies.

true love.

Valentines!

click image, print, fold, glue or tape...and voila!

(though you may have to make sure it is landscape and it fits to page when printing)

girl

boy

Tuesday night at the Workroom.

Nothing turns a tough day into something better like a little journalling.

meet the gentlemen...they bring you flowers.

anyone who might follow this blog must know by now i am a little obsessed with these things.

sneaky elephants!

next time i draw elephants i want to have them in tennis shoes.

this page was ruining me tonight. i couldn't get it right, but finally success!

follow my love north...towards a polar bear?

summer now...actually i would gladly settle for some frozen ponds and naked trees.

i have dreams.

walking...walking...walking.

It's definitely february.

Sad Guy, with a case of the blah blah blahs.

I have been playing around in illustrator with the symbol tool.

It is very addictive.

birds.

i have been busy working on a banner for a friends company which has led me to having to try my hand at illustrating some birds. here is a smattering of tests i did for the banner. they ranged from silly to more serious.

Some tuesday night journalling...

I have love.

I want love.

This is the season of socks. So many socks.

Weekend Project.

On the weekend, i dedicated some time to making a short little film for a project my good friend Ariel and I started around a year ago. Essentially it is about creating characters and communicating as another. It is really awesome and I wish I had more time to put towards it. Making this little movie made me very happy!

Monday and Mariah.

tonight is a good night. there was dancing, burritos and a good serving of Mariah Carey ballads and pop songs.

there is fog on the road. thick and full, it covers my face, i imagine this is what it feels like to choke on clouds. i lick my lips, it isn't salty, just fresh and cool.

my plants are watered and ready to sleep.

One bread fruit + One money tree = The closest forest I can hide in.

I don't like my basement bathroom.

there are spiders that have strange knee joints.

it is a jungle of legs down there.

The centre of January.

spring is a memory. dusty and faded.

piles of birthday cards fade in a box on the living shelf. i should throw them out...but i can't let go of the kittens and bears and the piles of fallen sparkles. dried celebrations like snow banks on the side of the road.