Another one in the series of illustrations for Yoga Earth food products. Beautiful and kinda creepy, that Maca root.

I’ve been busy lately. I’ve been generating enough work to post, but just haven’t made the time to do so. I’ll try to catch up over the next couple weeks, posting a varied selection of recent paid work. Map design, comics, food packaging, website illustration, all sorts of little jobs piled up on top of each other, making me feel schizophrenic. Off all this stuff, the illustrations for Yoga Earth, a healthy snack food company, have been the most gratifying. Very friendly client, a good designer, and its also nice to have an excuse (getting paid!) to do nature drawings. The above is a picture of almond tree branches.

I shall attempt to rebound from another blog posting dry spell with a renewed fervor. Funny how its at the times that I’m producing the most work that I don’t post…because I’m too overwhelmed doing the work. Anyway, I just finished the interior illustrations for Elliot & The Last Underworld War, the third and installment in the series by Jennifer Nielsen. There were 30 interior illustrations in all, and as with the first two books, I had a lot of fun making them. This week I’ll be posting my favorites, starting with this one of Elliot falling out of a tree while Fidget the Pixie looks on and laughs:

There is a crabapple tree not too far from the house. Milo likes to walk there and pick the apples. They’re ugly, but they actually taste pretty good.

Over the past week, while hanging out with Milo, I did some sketches. Milo decided to pitch in, and this week I’ll be showing the results. Here’s the first one:

It’s that time of year when the weary old tree in front of our house sprinkles our front yard with thousands of hopeful little tree-sperm. I drew this while Milo frolicked in the dirt.

I had to take a couple days off to go to my grandmother’s funeral (see below). It was great to see my folks and all my cousins from that side of my family. Everybody’s getting wrinkly, myself included. We’re all hopeful that we have inherited some of grandma Jean’s longevity so that we can be wrinkly for a long time.

This drawing was started last weekend and has nothing to do with my grandmother or my family.

This is the second in a series of drawings of dead things. These images are intended to be gruesome, but not depressing. As Robyn Hitchcock said: “…and over where the magpie struts, a flower billows from my guts”.