
Trying to teach grids to the graphic design students. I'm not sure why everybody wants to complicate things. A simple layout with white space works great.
Went running this morning and found two purses and the stuff that was inside scattered through a corn field just off the side of the road. I mean, driver's licenses, social security cards, credit cards, whole wallets. Everything that would be in a purse except for the money. Had to call the state cops, and found out the purses had been stolen a few days ago. I didn't turn things in for any kind of reward or anything, but a little more gratitude (like a "thanks") would have been reward enough for me.


Today would have been Matt's 21st birthday.

After several let-downs in house/studio hunting, we've come to the conclusion that what we already have is pretty darn good. We've decided to convert the garage into studio space.

Just a fun drawing to work on.
Went to State College today to pick up two pieces I had in the Images 2007 show. One of them won the William D. Davis award in drawing (!). The winners are posted here.
Since I can't seem to keep up with writing what's happening,
So if you've checked back here at all lately, you've probably noticed I haven't been around. So true. I've been (happily) busy working on a book which I finished a couple weeks ago. Amazon has it up for preorder here. I felt like I was grinding my wheels for so long before I got that phone call. But the people at Lark Books are great to work with which made up for the lull in action. Thanks Celia and Robin! When Celia called she said, "I've been collecting your postcards." What a fantastic feeling. Anyway, here's the image from the latest postcard.
I was asked to illustrate a story about one tech's experiences with technologically-challenged people who call in for support, and this is what I came up with. He had dealt with people who thought they had to physically aim the mouse toward the screen, and in one of the calls he took, the caller's computer wasn't even plugged in.
My mother used to tell a story about riding on the handlebars of her sister's bike, dredging up memories of braking and pavement; the "Aunt Emma incident". Although not verbatim, this image was inspired by my mother and her sister during the happier seconds before Aunt Emma ever became involved.