Go’n Brush Your Shoulders Off

0058 Ladies is Pimps Too

For the first year with Rose City Comic Con I debuted a poster which has been a mainstay in my inventory, but every so often I’ll get an idea for a new one.  At Rose City this past year I rolled out four new ones!  Honestly, this one was one of my favorites.

Jay-Z got it right: ladies is pimps, too, so they really ought to go on and brush their shoulders off.

Play Like A Girl

0064 Play Like a Girl

Rose City Comic Con was… AMAZING!  (I’m almost recovered…)  It was great to be around so many wonderful and supportive people!  I’d love to thank everyone who stopped to talk to me — and especially the people who tracked me down when they found out I was at the show.  All of you folks are lovely!

This is another of the “Like a Girl” pieces I premiered.  There are a few that I didn’t get to because of time, and a few that I want to explore now that I have a little bit more in the way of time, so you have that to look forward to.

Anyway, the next time you’re rocking out with the air guitar (ahem… bass) go ahead and do it like a girl!

Hit Like a Girl

0062 Hit Like a Girl

Rose City Comic Con is coming up this weekend, and I’ll have a table again for the third year in a row!  That seems like kind of a big deal for me, so I’m debuting a new series of posters in which I encourage everyone to do things “like a girl”!

So go on and hit one out of the park!

Witch hunter with a man catcher


Oops… I totally thought I posted this.  I haven’t been posting much since Rose City, which is kind of insane because I’ve been very productive.  I’ve just been wrestling with some stuff that’s a lot bigger than I am.  My apologies.

Speaking of, while I was at that show, a woman asked me to draw one of her characters — a stocky Asian with a sasumata and Kabuki face paint.  That’s all the information she gave me to work with.  It wasn’t until she came by to pick up the drawing that I found out this is her new Dungeons & Dragons character.  Somehow I think that makes it so much cooler.  That’s a very personal relationship — a player and their character.

Silk Spectre!


Or Sally Jupiter.  Really, you can take your pick, but you’d better be polite — she looks rather sassy.

This is another of the sketch cards I did for the Rose City Comic Con.  Honestly, this might have been one of my favorite of the group.



I’ve been a little distracted this week, but the good news is I should have two projects to announce in the not-too-distant future!  In the meantime, I offer you this little Earth goddess-type lady.  She’s another from the set of 4″ x 6″ drawings I took with me to the Rose City Comic Con.

Without you this is impossible

0033 Airship Hangar

When I was sixteen (seventeen?) I was invited to take part in a portfolio review day at the California College of Arts and Crafts.  To say that I was excited would be an understatement.  With the tireless help of my high school art teacher, Mrs. Alsobrook, I assembled a portfolio — okay, let’s be honest, it was a photo album of 4″x6″ pictures of some of the paintings I had done — and gathered the better of my sketchbooks.  With wares in hand I prepared to trundle off to the big city and make my way into art school.  I even took my friends Irene and Kevin along for moral support.  (Read: I was scared out of my wits.)

The moment I walked into the main hall of the San Francisco campus I was devastated.  All around me were very professional looking adults with large (very large) portfolios of good (very good) work and here I was, a teenager with a photo album purchased at the local Michaels Arts and Crafts store tucked under my arm.  I almost turned around and walked out.  I was fully prepared to throw in the towel and go home; it wouldn’t be until years later that I would realize this was a pivotal moment in my life.  Had I walked out I’d be an entirely different person than I am today.  I don’t know who that guy would have been, but I know that it wouldn’t have been the person that I am now — and I’m rather fond of the person that I am now.  The point is, if it weren’t for the insistence of my friends Irene and Kevin to see it through to the end, I wouldn’t have gone to art school.  This is a fact.

As it turns out, the portfolio review day was for potential graduate students.  Through some mishap in administration I was the only undergrad invited to this event, which is why I was thoroughly outclassed.    That day I met Ms. Sizemore — a woman who would not only prove instrumental in my acceptance to art school (there was something about the work that I showed that she fell in love with), but would keep tabs on me throughout my academic career and lend encouragement when I needed it.  All in all it was the love and support of four people who would change my life for the better.  I hope you won’t take this as hyperbole, but I wouldn’t be who I am now if it weren’t for them.

This past weekend was another pivotal moment in my life as an artist: my first time tabling as an artist at a convention.  I never for a moment suspected that I would make my fortune the first time out, but I also know that I didn’t achieve the success that I did without help.  A lot of help.  I don’t know that I ever thanked Mrs. Alsobrook, Irene, Kevin, or Ms. Sizemore properly, but I don’t want to miss that opportunity again.  I would like to thank the following individuals for their efforts in helping me not only survive, but thrive in my artistic endeavors.  I know that I couldn’t do what I do without them.  So, in no particular order:

My mother: for your unconditional and completely unwavering support in all that I do, no matter how unfeasible or irrational it might be.  I have a lot of eccentric ideas and I appreciate that you never shoot any of them down outright.  Thank you.

Ben: for believing I’m better than I am.  You’re constantly suggesting things with just the right level of complication to hook my interest and I suspect you know how complicated they can be; it means the world to me that you believe in me enough to know that I’ll be able to pull them off.

Abigail: for pushing me and fighting with me to take the plunge and start running the convention circuit. I know I can be my own worst enemy and it means the world to me that you get in my own way for the sake of stopping that fight.  It also doesn’t hurt that you ask what I’m getting up to and get thoroughly excited when I answer.

Jenna: for the long discussions on art and life that you trick me into leaving the house for.  I can very easily get in my own way and I love that you talked me out of the house and further lured me out of my own head. It’s important to take breaks and I’m glad that you’re smarter than I am and convinced me to take them.

Matthew: for having a wonderfully untrained eye.  I spend so much time hunched over my work that I forget sometimes that what I do has to appeal to the uninitiated.  I may give you a lot of flak for not being a huge nerd, but it’s important and it helped keep me even.  Also, thank you for helping keep the bad days tolerable.

Maya: for being a huge nerd.  And, you know, for geeking out with me and getting excited, but not flamboyant over the work that I was doing.  I trust you’d never let me go astray.

Lucy: for reinitiating me into the world of comics and comic artists.  I spend a lot of time talking to fine artists and illustrators, so it’s great to talk to people who are dedicated but don’t take it so seriously.  I can’t wait to see what mischief we’ll get up to.

Jake: for getting it.  You know what I mean; for just getting it.

Brittain: for sharing a truth with me that was so simple and so pure that it couldn’t possibly be ignored. Your loving words did more good than you could possibly know in saving me from myself at a critical moment.

Jory: for insisting that I take a break when that’s the very last thing I wanted to do.  Two days before the con, with so much work left to do, it was important that I take a moment to step back and relax.  Without your prodding I wouldn’t have taken a break and would likely have caused myself serious harm.

I don’t mean to say that these are the only people worth thanking, but these are the people that did the most (and all of the small stuff), in helping me prepare on every level to walk into the Rose City ComicCon and not feel like that sixteen year-old kid.  No man is an island and nothing happens in a vacuum.  I couldn’t possibly do what I do without them; I just hope they know it.  They all took on the burden of me and mostly saved me from myself.  Without their love and support I wouldn’t have been able to face this pivotal moment in my life.

Thank you, one and all.



Now that Rose City ComicCon is over I won’t feel bad about posting all of the drawings I did in preparation I did for it.  (There’s no longer any surprise to ruin, is there?)  This was one of many 4″x6″ drawings I had in my arsenal.  I find it interesting that it was also the first drawing to sell.

Hey, when you gotta party, you gotta party.

Happy Monday

0032 Have a Tolerable Day

This past weekend was the Rose City ComicCon and I managed to survive.  It was a trial, more in the getting ready than the doing, but that’s not unfamiliar territory for me.  I’m still processing all that occurred (I had a very good time) so I’m going to hold off on a recap for a few more days until the dust completely settles.

In the mean time I’ll leave you with my most popular piece from the Con.  And, since it’s a Monday, I hope today was tolerable.  Hang in there, dear readers, this week will be over before you know it.