“Tell people an invisible man in the sky created all things, they believe you.
Tell them what you've painted is wet, they have to touch it to believe.”
- George Carlin
Sorry, I haven't posted anything new for a while because I accepted a gig painting and renovating a 200 year old house and it's turned into a big job. Be back at the drawing board soon.
There arose an opportunity to kill, or at least maim, many birds with a single stone. That stone was a visit to the Toronto ComiCon.
I'd never attended a con as a fan. I'd always spent the entire time behind a table and never got see what it was all about. The only evidence of Cerebus that I found was some back issues in the $2.00 bin. I could use a Jaka's Story TPB. I gave all mine away.
Shelley had never been to a con before and her wild-eyed wonder and enthusiasim made the whole day enjoyable and amusing.
One of the birds I "offed" was meeting with Charles Costas who was helping out at Mike Zeck's table. He has commissioned me to add backgrounds and colour to this illustration of Kraven by Zeck. It was a pleasure to have finally met Charles, having already done a few commissions for him.
I'm not sure how coherent I was during our brief meeting. It was near the end of the day and I was Comiconfounded, Comiconfused... I had a Comiconcussion... my brain had Comicongealed.
Pride Stables held its annual Christmas Open House on December 9th. Over 150 kids brought their grown-ups to the event. Pony rides, crafts and lip-smacking snacks were part of this fun-filled afternoon. The cupcakes... oh... the cupcakes!
Santa and his wife arrived disguised as 'regular volunteers', Shelley and Gerhard.
It's not like hiding in a phone booth to change!
Thank goodness for his cap or Santa would look like a 'regular vagrant' rather than dear, ol' Santa.
Ready to greet the children, Santa's booming voice set the merry scene with plenty of Ho Ho Ho's and his jolly,
"Merry Christmas everyone!"
The ponies were busy giving rides to the kids while the reindeer waited at the Deer Ridge Golf Course
...sipping hot toddies.
Santa heard the children's Christmas wishes from lists not yet mailed to the North Pole. To save a stamp, they eagerly sat on his lap for a parental photo opportunity and whispered their hopes of brightly wrapped presents.
One Christmas present wish stood out among all the rest...
"That everyone receive joy this year," from a little girl who whispered her wish like little Cindy Lou Who and packed as much warmth as Tiny Tim.
"Merry Christmas everyone!"
Can you find the Cerebus background artist in this picture?
I’ll do weddings, anniversaries, birthdays and Bar Mitzvahs. Hey… a gig’s a gig.
I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.
I know the calendar says that summer ended on Sept 22 but, for me, summer has set when the mast comes down.
There seems to me something inherently sad (or at least undignified) about a sailboat afloat with no mast and rigging. It just ain’t right.
It’s been a great summer but now it’s time to squirrel away as much wood as I can.
There is a general rule of wood gathering: When you think you have enough, go get five times more.