Cats go to Market

I recently picked up an old picture book called The Cats go to Market, by Joan Cass and illustrated by William Stobbs. I've pretty much been obsessed by the illustrations in this book since I first saw it in the store 6 months ago. I believe it is circa 1969, which falls right into my favorite era of picture books.


The color separation is to die for!!!


My favorite part of the whole book is this black cat, which bears a striking resemblance to Julia's cat, Serif.





fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads...

Bless their patient little hearts...

I couldn't stop laughing the whole time I was drawing this. I'm thinking of a series based on these little guys. Who knows what will come of it.

I have never seen a fox...

...but if someday I do, I hope he looks like this little guy. It's not that I haven't tried. I guess I've just never been at the right place in the right time.

Birds of prey in the livingroom

So unlike my friend Jess, who's been creating the most unbearably adorable images lately, I've been unable to stop myself from doing these slightly creepy, ugly animal paintings. Below are my demented little chunklet owls who are scared of the night.



And here is my ode to the hawk, who scare the crap out of me. I have been seeing them everywhere lately eating their tiny brethren, which just seems cold.



I promised more autumnal artwork, and I will have it soon, predators and all.

Morning Goose

A new little edition called "Morning Goose." This guy was inspired by the white geese on the Charles river that I pass by in the mornings. It's a tiny edition of 3, each being slightly variable. Above is my favorite. Below is all three in a line.



boop bop beepooboo bop.

Just wait

I don't know why I felt the need to create this image, that basically ignores fall and goes straight to winter.

Anyway, this is one of my newest prints. These two are actually a pretty good representation of the way I feel about winter. Miserable.



Hopefully I will have some autumnal artwork to show shortly...

Slow days of October

Most of the time, Christopher is the only other living creature in my apartment. I have been taking advantage of this recently by sketching him when I have nothing better to do. Here is one of my favorites.