New Characters

A look behind the curtain: today's sketches for a proposed book.

Live Sketch from the Art Damage Lodge

This is the first drawing in my new Moleskine, done live at the Art Damage Lodge. Jonathan, the first musician, jams screwdrivers and hammers under the strings and beats the sound out of the instrument and into you.

This sketch wouldn't be here if it weren't for Christina Wald, who is not only a fine artist, but always pushes me - and loves my sketchbook. Click the link, go see her work and see how animals should be drawn.

Big Baby

"To all the girls I've ever loved before..."

Everybody sing!

Northside Tavern, Cincinnati, Ohio

From the sketchbook. The band played and the ladies danced at the Northside Tavern.

Those of you who have actually seen my sketchbook may be grumbling at the innocuousness of your faithful artist's sketch blog.

Rest assured, I'm currently working to create TWO Web sites. One for the nice people. One for the rest of you.

Because I'm tired of holding out on you, dear ones.

Art Auction: Cat Charity

The original art for this piece is being auctioned for charity, along with the work of many fantastic artists!

To help the homeless kitties, bid on the art on Ebay. All money raised goes to the Animal Rescue Art Project.

My watercolor painting "Sleeping Cat," has not yet been listed on Ebay. If you're interested in owning it, e-mail Ms. Robin Moro at robin@animalrescueartproject.org and ask nicely.

Thank you all.

Bought a dog

See? There's a silver lining to every cloud.

Love is...

...a sketch from a proposed line of anti-holiday cards. Roses are red/And now they're dead.

(My love to Natalia, who wrote that rhyme.)

Golden Retriever

Bad dog! Bad! Bad!

Sleepless in Cincinnati

One for my baby, who I already miss.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Who doesn't love bunnies?

Poet Tree

Yesterday, my server crashed with the number of comments I received, all demanding that I Never. Attempt. Poetry. Again.

I defy you all.
Look - a ball!

Youth and Age

In a half-conscious grace,
she dances and swirls
past the wine.
Adults sit,
talk and eat,
grow low and fill with earth.

Anti-Valentine

One from the vaults
for my black-hearted friends.

The Baby Detective

Waaaah. Wah, wah, wahhhhh.

Angel or Devil, I Don't Care

But whatever lies
behind the door,
there is nothing much to do.
Angel or Devil, I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you.
- from David Bowie's version of the Jacques Brel song, "My Death."

Sherman the Vermin

Today's mood is: sensitive and vicious. (From the sketchbook.)