Bug

I'm doing a lot of bug research*, right now, for an upcoming project. You may see more of these.

By the way, you might notice that I've expanded the blogroll of my students to include former students, as well. It seemed like a good way to keep track of what people are up to. If you're not listed, but would like to be, drop me a line.

* Research here, of course, means drawing lots pictures with no particular regard to accuracy, or even so much as bothering to read the captions under the photographs. I'm just collecting shapes, really.

Jellyfish

I decided, back at the beginning of the semester, to draw an animal everyday. This lasted all of three days. This is the third one.

Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish... do I have any interesting stories or associations with jellyfish? Uhm... I ate one once. Bought it in Chinatown, and took it as a gift to my brother in Maine. We dumped it in some soup. It pretty much dissolved and slightly thickened the broth. No particular flavor to report.

I used to wondered where jellyfish ranked on the karmic ladder. I figure it's either right at the bottom (they pretty much just float around all day, just kinda accepting whatever comes to them), or right at the top (they pretty much just float around all day, just kinda accepting whatever comes to them). Is there any chance that jellyfish are the physical manifestation of those who have achieved Nirvana?

But now I see that that's a pretty foolish notion. The dwellers of Nirvana are clearly Tardigrades. Which is a nice thought, because there's a lot of them.

Donkey

If I have a totem animal, it must surely be a donkey. Because I definitely have a totem garment, and it's a rumpled tweed jacket. And donkeys pretty much all look like they're wearing rumpled tweed jackets.

That, my friend, is logic.

Armadillos

A new semester is beginning and, Jumping Jiminy, but it's running me ragged. Well, that and a sudden surge of Dad-hormones which insist that I scrub, reorganize, or pitch every single object in the house. When I do find time to draw, the hormones maintain their domesticating infulence on my poor brain, and, however much I may want to draw a bodacious babe in a chain-mail bikini driving a righteous chopper right through the rotted torso of a zombie warthog-demon, I keep drawing pictures of dewey-eyed woodland animals.

How are you guys?

Love is the Bug I'm Thinking of

The birds and bees,
The mites on trees,
They each have a gal they c’n snuggle and squeeze.
Oh, ev’ry little bug has a honey to hug.
You can see,
The firefly don’ haff t’cry,
He knows from the glow that’s his gal going by.
Oh, ev’ry little bug has a honey to hug but me.

The lovely wife has been out of town for FOUR WHOLE DAYS! In that span, I've:
1. Grown a Grizzly Adams beard.
2. Eaten nothing but salsa and crumbs found in the crease of the futon.
3. Changed clothes .025 times.
4. Stared forlornly at the phone/ out the window/ towards the ceiling so much that you can actually see where my gaze has worn groves in the surfaces.

It's not that the wife takes care of me, it's just that I have no motivation to do anything when she's away. What's the point?

Le sigh.

But she comes home tonight! YEE-HAW!

The image above was an egg tempera demo for a class.