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2011-11-17T18:08:00.000-05:00

Hi, everyone, I'm actually in process of transferring my blog to my main site at shortdivision.com, so bear with me and, in the meantime, check out my new, incredibly heartfelt "hire me" page here.

Also of note is that today Flux Theatre Ensemble unveiled a new logo I designed with direction and help from the company's creative partners. More on that later. For now, all I'll say is that I do not necessarily want to be a logo designer when I grow up, but there is a certain amount of satisfaction in the finishing.

Check it out in context at the newly relaunched Flux website.

The Briny Smell and Clinky, Decayed Sounds of Inspiration

2011-10-15T00:10:00.002-04:00

If you enjoy the (promising, then boring) title sequence for "Boardwalk Empire" you'll hopefully love this. Near Astoria Park is a small area of waterfront near which residents show off their hot rods and nit-pick at sparkling engine parts. There's a particularly impressive T-bird that shows up regularly.

Hell Gate Bridge (also called Robert F. Kennedy Bridge) in background.

On the other side of the riverside railing lies the East River in the shadow of the Triborough Bridge, and, while pretty nice, no, that's not such an awe-inspiring thing on its own. But there's a detail that caught my attention for a full half-hour. The beach is practically covered in half a color wheel's worth of trashed glass. Every soothing tint of blue and green is there, worn down to something soft and then manhandled into millions of little petals. Seriously, they're shaped like petals. The process is constantly on view: bottles being broken up by the tide and then smoothed down little by little.
It sounds like a wind chime.

The pummeling picks up around 3 p.m.

The shards take on a mossy aspect, blending in very well with the larger boulders.

See? Petals.

Book. Cover. Club. Yes?

2011-09-29T12:36:00.000-04:00

Yes. Philip Cheaney, one of the cleanest-working and exciting illustrators I personally know, recently invited me to participate in something that has already grown near and dear to my heart—like that baby squirrel you tried to save when you were a kid, but without the life-and-death issues—and it resides here.

The Book Cover Club is a venue for illustrators to test themselves in areas of narrative clarity (or deliberate, mysterious obscurity), design, speed—all of those things we're doing every day but are more fun to do together.

You might have seen selections from the project featured on Flavorpill NYC, in an article titled "20 Amazing Reimagined Book Covers."

My first submission, based on Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain (first published in German in 1924 and published in English in 1927) is below, with a few digital process images to show how tweaking color all day gets you nowhere.

The final image:

The initial drawing was set quickly. I knew I wanted to show the main character smoking his thoughtful cigar, but also, perhaps, questioning the components of time and space, as he so often does throughout the book. Much of the narrative occurs through his extremely inward perspective. The mountain itself is merely the setting for the sanatorium where he is staying with his cousin, filled with yellowing, tubercular patients. The magic occurs inside his own mind. So I decided to let his outline mimic the profile of the mountain. It's not super obvious, but it's there.

I really liked the coloring at left, and in hindsight maybe I should have kept it, but it didn't really say what I wanted it to say at the time, which was that here is a man whose inward mind and separation from the world, insulated childhood, etc., are about to be shattered by outside forces that he can't daydream away.

Here, at near left, is a failed attempt to address his fascination with the passage of time in the cigar smoke. Once I decided to not try quite so hard to convey specific things and prioritized atmosphere instead, I had my final.

The first of many, hopefully improved, similar exercises.

Ajax in Iraq: a large idea on a small scale and in print.

2011-05-07T16:44:00.004-04:00

The Ajax in Iraq postcards have arrived from the printers, and I'm relieved to see, in person, that the concept is working. When the first two of three cards are placed side by side, this is what you see:

Click to view larger size.

After receiving approval of the sketch from the highly creative and driven team at Flux Theatre Ensemble, I fell into the coloring process, using the same palette that was used for the postcard promoting Flux's February production, the wild and wonderful Dog Act.

The primary focus on this card is, again, the main character and, in particular, the eyes. Flux's Season Four slogan is "Don't Look Away," broken down this way on their site: "Our fourth season explores the cost of a society remaining always vigilant. In our see-something, say-something world, what happens when we're always on guard? What is our responsibility to those keeping watch? And what happens when our defenses are breached?"

In my view, this language takes an internalized look at a post-9/11 but present-"Patriot Act" world, focusing on the individual struggles of characters whose lives operate within black-and-white structures. For a static image, this puts the brunt of the heavy lifting on the emotional link between the subject and the viewer. The main character of Ajax in Iraq—certainly the most vulnerable character—is AJ, an American, female soldier currently deployed in Iraq. It was important to make her face the first and last stop for a viewer seeking the emotional message. I made use of shadowing to enhance the light that falls across her, and kept the area behind her free of distractions.

Secondary challenges included: making sure the graphics and lettering are obviously a part of the wall while maintaining legibility, keeping the various details clean and contained so that the message shines through, and leaving room beyond the bleed so that the final card, which will promote the final play of Flux's fourth season, is ensured a seamless beginning. At left, a view of the card midway through the coloring process, with the palette visible for access by the eye drop tool.

Below, the final card. Thanks goes to everyone at Flux Theatre Ensemble for their encouragement and trust as the project goes forward and to playwright Ellen McLaughlin for inspiration. Tickets for Ajax in Iraq, opening on June 4 and sure to be directed with earnest intelligence by August Shulenburg, are on sale via Flux's home page.

Click to view larger size.

Ajax in Iraq: a large idea on a small scale.

2011-04-21T00:41:00.000-04:00

I've begun work on the second image for Flux Theatre Ensemble's fifth season of spinning tales about realistic characters in magically dusted situations. As you can imagine, it is easy to over-think a grand concept in your sketch pad and on your screen while forgetting that all the audience of your final result may know is the 6" x4" version. And this image is especially laden with potential pitfalls because Flux's second play of the season, written by the venerable Ellen McLaughlin, involves a mash-up of these two things: Sophocles and the Iraq war.

A challenge, for sure. Two meetings later and hours spent combing through images from books, The New York Times (before the new subscription rates kicked in) and then double-checking those against image searches of what soldiers are actually carrying on their bodies at any given moment, I am knee-deep in the final composition. My primary concern is that the emotional upset be front and center. However the details may change, this won't. I plan to build the image around the expression of the main character, and I plan to fix that overly fat finger on her right hand. Etc.

Get your tickets for Ajax in Iraq here.

Below is the sketch approved by theatre ensemble. Secret but important changes will be revealed in the resolved drawing. It's time to push forward.

As Flux describes the play, it "follows the parallel narratives of the ancient Greek military hero Ajax and a female American soldier, both undone by the betrayal of a commanding officer. Originally developed over sixteen months in 2009 with the graduate acting students at A.R.T. and inspired by material collected from interviews with Iraq war veterans, Ajax in Iraq explores the timeless ways soldiers struggle to make sense of war."

After reading the play and perusing this blurb I'm excited to explore how the two characters act as a mirror for each other's internal conflicts even as the physical environments in which their feet are planted begin to unravel in similar ways.

Ritual, and The Midas Touch

2011-01-19T22:54:00.000-05:00

Working ahead often feels like falling behind. The first stage is thinking—thinking as an active pursuit, as a game of memory and links and embarrassing self-awareness. I hate to be inside my own head for too long: I quickly start to feel like I'm just recycling obsessions, doodling in circles. It's a relief to go blank, and I often need a book for this. An article won't do. I need a nice little object with a faint smell that is both like and unlike all other books.

The True Deceiver by Tove Janssen, popular Finnish creator of Moomin, which I admit I've never picked up, was a recently successful one. Each time I opened it I was absorbed, and calm, no matter whose elbow was perched against my ribs on a packed train. I even went back to Dave Sim this past week. I know, I know, everyone hates his perceived misogyny. Whatever that means in reference to someone who speaks primarily through an anthropomorphic aardvark, I am greatly enjoying Going Home this week, one of Sim's weighty "telephone books." I'm really reveling in the mastery of the pacing of each page and the reward of each finicky facial expression. May I have one more? Oman Ra by Viktor Pelevin. It's strange and personal and perfectly sized for my hour of daily, dystopian commuting.

After my head is less full of myself and more full of something else—something newly dear or revisited and feeling new or jarring enough that I've locked onto it as a temporary fixation—I draw again, looking at earlier thumbnails for reference but eventually forgetting to reference them at all. And I start actually enjoying myself. And something happens, something new, in my own head. I break out of the old loop. It may last all afternoon, or for a couple of days.

I don't know how playwright August Schulenburg works, but I'd love to. His writing overflows with every sacred human emotion and the wonder of trying to sort out their tendency to overlap and bind together like grafting organs. August, co-founder of Flux Theatre Ensemble and an energetic blogger on themes of theatre, community, and personal obsession is a contributor to issue four of Carrier Pigeon: Illustrated Fiction and Fine Art (warning: there's sound on the site upon loading, due to an introductory video), and I've read something of his that you haven't. Yet. The monologue "The Midas Touch," along with five corresponding illustrations of mine, will be available as part of a grand tome to be released in summer of 2011. Peeks from "The Midas Touch":

"Our jobs are to imagine lives as heroic arcs, and what you do every day becomes you, right, so it's natural that our delusions of grandeur would be grander than everyone else's."

". . . he looked more than just beautiful, he looked just . . . like I had rendered the judgment of God on him and it was really good."

August is one of those people who was born to write in a way that is obvious to the reader no matter what the example or current enjoyment level of that example. Maybe you've experienced this with Michael Chabon or Paul Auster or Brian Evenson, who is due for an update soon thanks to Astrophil Press. Don't judge by the sentences I posted from the monologue! I was more concerned with not giving anything away than with making a point, in those instances. Just trust me.

I'm thankful for the brief moments when I can go outside of my head and into theirs. It's like being given the gift of reincarnation without any catches.

Dog Act

2011-01-09T21:48:00.000-05:00

I've just submitted a finished illustration to represent Liz Duffy Adams' play Dog Act, tickets for which are on sale here. The brilliant Flux Theatre Ensemble is taking on the challenge of bringing an inventive story to life on the New York stage, and I can't wait to see it in person on opening night.

This image, which will be made available at first as a promotional postcard, is the first in a three-part series representing Flux's full season. Each postcard will fit together seamlessly. Read part of the collective thought process behind the imagery here.

Walking backwards through the rewarding, collaborative process:

Final image with .125" bleed. Click to see larger version.

Before submitting the final image I took a day off and then revisited it with my eyes open to how color leads the eye. I also responded to the group concern that, for the sake of the integrity of the larger season image, the action of this first stage should be pushed farther back (I had previously utilized a harsher crop but had given myself wiggle room in anticipation of just such a conversation.) I recommend clicking the image to see the larger version.

As soon as I started experimenting with application of color I submitted a jpeg of progress to the group, hoping to set minds at ease. Whether that was a totally successful move I don't know, but here we are today, hopefully happy at large with our final product.

The final drawing was pencilled, inked and scanned on a rainy Sunday that was memorable for the number of people bustling around my apartment/studio space, as there was—no lie—a film shoot happening at the same time. As I drew I watched the crew express collective emotions of curiosity/nervousness, skepticism, preparatory feelings of resentment aimed at the uncooperative weather, sleepiness, and, finally, an acceptance of having generally enjoyed themselves.

After my first meeting with members of Flux Theatre Ensemble I sketched this image. I had read the play, but there were aesthetic concerns outside of the play since the image will be integrated into a larger whole, and we discussed the larger themes tying all three plays together.

There are unending benefits to a collaborative plan of action. After the Dog Act image was well on its way I had the chance to see the press photos taken by Flux core member Isaiah Tenenbaum, and I feel, happily, that the aesthetic worlds are as similar as could be. I expect the world presented by the play itself to continue validating Flux's commitment to open dialogue.

Coming soon: illustrations for Ajax in Iraq by Ellen McLaughlin and Menders by Erin Browne, whose play Trying is featured in 2010's New York Theater Review.

Incidentally, Flux Theatre Ensemble core member August Schulenberg, who is directing Ajax in Iraq, is also featured in 2010's New York Theater Review, for his play The Lesser Seductions of History, which was directed by core member Heather Cohn and the introduction for which was written by core member Kelly O'Donnell. I think 2011 will be their year.

The Pigeon during prismatic molting season

2010-12-04T14:13:00.000-05:00

For the cover of Carrier Pigeon issue no. 2, ten artists were commissioned for cover images to be screen-printed onto 100 of the 1,000 copies. Mine, below. The only restriction of the assignment was that the carrier pigeon be represented.

I like birds. And the properties of quartz. And prisms. And hieroglyphics. And ancient things and other things that aren't represented in this image at all. Paper and scruff.

Breakfast is Important

2010-10-30T13:49:00.000-04:00

(Don't bite too hard.)

Revisiting Johnny

2010-10-27T12:02:00.000-04:00

Click on this image to see a larger version.

In February of 2010 I participated in an SVA MFAI exhibit of illustrations inspired by Dalton Trumbo's work of fiction Johnny Got His Gun. The works of mine chosen (out of nine) were not from the same triptych, and during a lull today I thought to finally combine the first three.

I like it, after all.

I focused on the religious aspects of the story because I abhor a bruisingly political undercurrent and because I'm, well, obsessed with personal spirituality. But that's neither here nor there. These images represent the first time I ever digitally colored on top of my own painted images, and it was quite a nice feeling.

Flux Family Feud

2010-10-25T19:35:00.000-04:00

On November 15, Flux Theatre Ensemble is hosting a benefit on the rooftop of the Maritime Hotel. I redrew and tweaked a classic Family Feud logo in support of the Family Feud event. Come by to watch New York theatre artists compete to answer trivia about their own profession.

Click here to purchase raffle tickets for prizes that include paid background work on "Law and Order: SVU" or a Jim Carrey film. If that doesn't strike your fancy, there's also jewelry hand-made by Ryan Andes, two free seven-week seasons with NYC Social Sports Club and a signed copy of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play Ruined by Lynn Nottage.

Proceeds support Flux's fourth season, themed "Don't Look Away."

The Quiet Place

2010-10-19T16:04:00.000-04:00

In addressing a short story by Benedict Fleming about a small boy who stumbles upon one potential dangerous situation after another in a bayou town of eastern Texas, I thought about visually generating the ghosts and ancestors swimming around in his prose, and I kind of wanted to. I wanted to put that bit of flair into play. But, upon further scrutiny of the words and structure, it's the quiet that I liked most, the mundane interjections of daily life in which the boy is absorbed to distraction.

So I bit down my theatrical side and drew what I hope are illustrations from a quiet place and a reflected point of view.

It was a little hard to leave out color for such a soupy environment, but these are sketches of memories that probably won't stay in the character's mind, so I don't want them to leave too indelible an impression on the page, either.

Simple inspiration, outdoors and nearby.

2010-10-04T14:30:00.001-04:00

I'd lived just a couple of subway stops from the Brooklyn Botanical Garden for more than three months before walking through the doors. Hosting my mom was the perfect opportunity to take a stroll and collect a pocketful of buckeyes, which are cool and soft right out of the shell. You may know them as conkers.

The nicest thing about this kind of afternoon is being surrounded by small, dappled, shifting details. I've gone back to my sketchbook inspired by the movement achieved by layers of color.

And then there are the colors I'd forgotten exist:

And, just that quickly, I'm newly excited about capturing outdoor settings on the page. And have, on a whim, bought a five-pound book on watercoloring techniques.

Alphabet manuscript in progress, for fun.

2010-09-10T11:20:00.000-04:00

A is for animals with nothing to say
B is for the baseball that's heading your way

C is for coats that don't fit anyone
D is for doctors who ruin the fun

E is for eggs growing legs in your dreams
F is for fingerprints you can’t help but leave

G is for growing an inch in your sleep
H is for holes, impossibly deep

I is for inching across the floorboards
J is for jumps that don't know what’s in store

K is for kissing a frog, just in case
L is for lurking at windows all day

M is for mussels slipped into the stew
N is for night-lights that go out on you

O is for one, one, one, only one eye!
P is for pictures you see in the sky

Q is for questions from someone much taller
R is for raising your voice to a holler

S is for spying while creeping about
T is for tattlers who point it all out

U is for uniforms on their first day
V is for a visitor who won't go away

W is for the wild in things seen everywhere
X is for X-rays to show what’s in there

Y is for the yowling of beasts running free
Z is for the zoo, where you ought to be.

Friendly reminder: Copyright© 2010 Kristy Caldwell

Wendy defangs Peter

2010-09-08T18:12:00.000-04:00

The first painting I ever wanted to attempt on a child-centric theme was to be inspired by J.M. Barrie's original Peter Pan. The effect of reading the book, however, was to sweep clean the space in my head that had been condescendingly roped off for "child-appropriate amusements". Childhood is dark, and the best part of Barrie's vision is his casual acceptance of this: “Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.”

I imagined a reunion in which Wendy, now a dental assistant, takes care of a pointed tooth compromised by, oh, decades of sweets or maybe a glancing dagger. By this act Wendy is essentially defanging Peter, and the scenario becomes—whether I like it or not—a metaphor for his perpetual prepubescence in the face of her adult experience. You can't stop the moving train of subtext.

Off-topic one-offs

2010-09-04T13:12:00.000-04:00

I've always been drawn to narrative over anything else. Narrative, to me, encompasses characterization, something hard to accomplish in a single-paneled work. But it's fun to try.

Remnants of an abandoned story

2010-09-02T15:08:00.000-04:00

Every half-decent idea is destined for a second chance via indefinite archiving on my external hard drive, where this project currently resides. During the couple of days that I was hot for the possibility of this book I drew like a madman. I can't manage a spontaneous line when tracing pencil, so I always dive right into inking. Also, having to follow a path that barely even exists in my brain keeps me focused.

Naive Painters of Yugoslavia

2010-08-31T09:31:00.000-04:00

I found this book in the Boston Public Library and it has since jumped right to the top of my wish list. There are books you feel you should have, and then there are books you need, badly, for no reason at all.

The individual techniques represented within are impressively slippery and slick, but it's an overlapping effect of visual magic that makes my mind wander in satisfying ways.

The Wrong Color, page 10 process

2010-08-29T02:09:00.000-04:00

Eventually I suppose I'll settle down enough to throw away all the files that aren't absolutely essential to the continued viability of my thesis project, which I finished (for the moment) in April of 2010. For now, my first full-length, full-color picture book attempt is so heavily backed up that I could recreate most stages of most pages. And that's what I'm doing in this post: describing the laborious, sometimes blind and stumbling thoughts that accompanied me through eight months and into a page I actually like.

Here, a thumbnail and a first attempt at a book dummy, where the thumbnail is expanded. On this page Warden is noticing that the color he dislikes is showing up not only in common spaces of the house, but also in his personal spaces.

These next versions come from the next two book dummies. I constantly updated pages, usually for clarification of content. Technical rendering can be finessed at a later time, once the story is solid and flows like it should. By this point I'd realized that every instance described didn't have to be shown, and so I'd done away with two-part vignette pages.

Now things became more highly rendered. It was good to test how I wanted pages to eventually look, but I still ended up drastically re-drawing several more times.

I began to want more solidity to this page. The page hadn't worked to my liking yet, and I was determined to have the scene facing straight-on. My instincts usually lead me to overburden a page, rip it up, make the same mistake again, and then wise up and strip it back down to its most important elements. This is when, for me, things take real shape. I haven't found a shortcut to this completely arduous approach.

Last comes shifting, tightening and coloring. The shifting comes courtesy of Photoshop, as do the light gradients of color. Other pieces of color were inked separately and then scanned in. The texture was scanned and manipulated separately, as well.

And, so far, that's how this process looks for me. My goal is to to cut out half the steps in future attempts by being better able to see the whole and nudge out hiccups in tone.

The Wrong Color on Little Chimp Society

2010-08-28T17:24:00.000-04:00

I've ever so slowly begun taking steps to promote my work, like a sane, normal person would have done long ago.

Here is a light tip to The Wrong Color accepted by Little Chimp Society, the Illustration News Portal. It's probably my fault that Warden's name is wrong, so I shrug it off and finish my second cup of coffee, oddly better than the first.

Good day to you all.

Predecessors and tipped-in engravings

2010-08-27T13:56:00.000-04:00

On Wednesday night the staff of Carrier Pigeon illustrated literary journal were lucky enough to be invited to the home of Stephen Fredericks, founder of The New York Society of Etchers and all-around printed matter scholar, for a viewing from his private collection. Though my camera was a sad, sad spare, I did what I could to capture a glimpse of the beauties he brought out. Journals from between 1850 and 1920 featuring the rock-star printmakers of the time were stitched together so that the prints contained inside could be torn out and appreciated separately. While one of these removed etchings, photogravures or engravings may cost more than $1,000 on eBay, an intact copy of the magazine can be found, if you're lucky, for under $100. But you have to be pretty dedicated to find these.

Item 1: Playboy, not the one you're familiar with, although typography did carry over. "A portfolio of art & satire." It's hard to see the date in the right-hand corner, but I think it says 1881.

Item 2: I think this is from Print, not the one you're familiar with.

Item 3: The Colophon, a Book Collectors' Quarterly. Sigh. This edition is filled with personal essays that could have been written yesterday and are accompanied, blog-style, by process sketches detailing, for example, the malaise of the book illustrator's life. Sigh. There's really nothing dated about it.

Item 4 (cue up the dirty brass band): a patching together of The Saga of Frankie and Johnny, "beautifully engraved by John Held Jr," an artist-originated book about a couple who "loved their life away," like a saloon, like Modigliani, like a broken Russian farce.

So many thanks go out to Stephen Fredericks for a great night. Learn more about his personal work, press work and the Art of Democracy here.

Carrier Pigeon will soon be up and running online.

The Wrong Color character sketches

2010-08-25T21:32:00.000-04:00

I'd been meaning for a while to delve into the process of making my thesis book The Wrong Color, but mid-thesis is not always the best time to break for gregarious online schmoozing. Now seems like a great time for it, so here are a sampling of initial character sketches I scribbled with a brush pen and then colored with markers, spray paint and Photoshop tools. At the time I thought these took shape so quickly that they didn't count: I could do better. Amazingly (predictably), it took twenty times as long to replicate these on the page when it mattered. I kept them to the left of my drafting table all year. Only the main character, Warden, continued to shift right up to the moment I began final pages.

Dad

Mom

cat (unnamed)

(cat inspiration: Sascha, a boy's name for a girl cat, taken from the duck character in Peter and the Wolf. I really mis-named her, now that I think about it. She was a complete terror.)

Ideas from the city

2010-08-21T14:36:00.000-04:00

Once you block out the static of hundreds of children and their day-sitters, there are interesting sites to be seen deep in the world of early peoples, threshing evolution, iron-based tools and, of course, masks in the American Museum of Natural History. But really, all the good stuff, the stuff I like, is buried in the details of dioramas.

Swoop

2010-08-20T14:44:00.001-04:00

For issue 2 of Carrier Pigeon I illustrated a story by Christopher Stanton, titled "Swoop," in which a young girl is snatched by a fairly gross, huge bird right in front of her teenaged babysitter. The issue will be available in the winter of 2010. The website for the journal is on its way to being fully operational, and resides at carrierpigeonmag.com.

I drew these with compressed charcoal and then filled them in digitally with scanned washes of walnut ink. If you were to break the whole process down into these two steps, the results would look like this:

And here's the girl being carried away. Forever? It's not my story to tell.

For issue three I plan something busier and more colorful. All I can say right now about the new collaboration is it's set in the bayou. I intrinsically approve of this, of course, being from Louisiana. Everything else should fall into place.

Hints of Robert McCloskey

2010-08-18T20:29:00.000-04:00

It took me two days in Boston to realize the frequency with which I was spying copies of Make Way for Duckings wasn't a coincidence. In fact, I was standing right in the middle of the city's oldest public garden before it hit me. The following are photos of the ducklings' original home in Boston Common.

In the distance is a small, duck-populated island with a ramp for their convenience.

It's only natural.

Bronze sculptures of McCloskey's duck family are in view of the line of benches studding the walkway.

It blew my mind that people were purchasing the book just to read it to their children in the environment of its inception.

And for those of you sadly unfamiliar with the official children's book of Massachusetts, here are a couple of images to jog your memory. Because you've surely seen it lining the dusty shelves of your local library, although never the dusty piles of book fairs (because no one throws this one out).

And here's an extra sketch for the "classic children's book" obsessed.

I know, I know: they're just ducks. But they're extremely well-done, pleasing ducks. Just wait 'til you see the policeman who helps them cross the street. Sigh.

Walter's Ladder

2010-04-24T14:33:00.000-04:00

I recently made six illustrations to complement Brian Thompson's short story "Walter's Ladder," which may soon be adapted to a short film. His story is so specific in its atmosphere that it seemed rude to chance carving hard lines into the characters, so I kept things loose and simple. Two of the resultant images will soon be on view in the web gallery for American Illustration 29. The full-sized images and story will be available in the first issue of Carrier Pigeon in October.

sweet neighbor on a stoop with plants

2010-02-23T02:04:00.000-05:00

I wanted to fiddle with a combination of charcoal and a harder, slicker line. This was my first test: an affable, loyal face who wishes my friend Mandy well during her upcoming job interview. He doesn't mean to frown: he just has a lot of thoughts to sort through, in general. Maybe I'll refine the idea in the future.

My brother

2010-01-23T23:15:00.000-05:00

is soon starting an online musical portfolio at airsickstudio.com. It will feature the required slick, show-offy work he slaved over at Recording Workshop in Ohio followed by, with relief, uploads of his own compositions, which have nothing to do with hack Southern rock. Here is a cropped view of the banner I made for him.

Wallpaper, anyone?

2010-01-21T02:33:00.000-05:00

I have some images floating around that do not fit into the picture book world I've lately entered. But here's an idea: desktop wallpapers, sized 1440px x 900px.

Click here for the full-sized image (turn off pop-up blocker), here for 1280 x 800, and here for 1024 x 768.

Click here for the full-sized image (turn off pop-up blocker), here for 1280 x 800, and here for 1024 x 768.

I'll probably do this again in the near future, with cuter images.

Shortdivision.com is up!

2010-01-16T02:23:00.000-05:00

It's true, it's true. Go there.

Warden's house

2010-01-10T19:54:00.000-05:00

I've stalled on finishing this model, but in the end LED lights will be involved. I know if I dive back in too soon there will be a period of obsessive cardboard-furniture-making. And no one wants that.

American Illustration 28

2010-01-06T18:43:00.000-05:00

I recently received my hard copy of the book in the mail. Here is the cover:

And here is my piece:

More information can be found at http://www.ai-ap.com/.

In the Beginning, the End

2010-01-05T01:31:00.000-05:00

There is a point at which the book dummy becomes an unneighborly morning prospect. So I started three new projects on the side. They are decidedly less commercial prospects but each has a part of me. These are pages from one.

The Wrong Color, dummy process

2009-12-15T19:49:00.000-05:00

I'm discovering that making a book dummy is mostly about understanding flow. It's a messy process in which clarifying is preferable to rendering. Highs and lows, highs and lows.

page 11 sketch

page 35 sketch

The Wrong Color, dummy inspiration part 2

2009-12-08T14:25:00.000-05:00

These images I can credit. The top two are taken from animator Paul Julian's illustrations for Piccolo, a book you will never see face-to-face. Thanks to Lou Romano for posting so many pages on his blog.
At bottom left is Chris Appelhans' "Fantastic Mr. Fox" concept art for the movie adaptation. More of that here.
The bottom right image, titled "Waterfall," is from a portfolio site I obsessively scrutinize, that of Jon Klassen. Don't miss "Adventures of Ship."

The Wrong Color, dummy inspiration

2009-12-05T20:30:00.000-05:00

These are images I mostly found by trolling through other people's blogs in preparation for getting into the "book dummy" head space. Animation and storyboarding styles of the 1960s have quickly become favorites for studying issues of dirty vs. clean texture within single images. I pull jpegs so automatically while browsing that I'm afraid I can't credit these.

The Wrong Color, page example

2009-11-12T18:33:00.000-05:00

The first developed image for The Wrong Color, a full-color, 40-page picture book I co-wrote with my friend Ronald Donn.

The paranoia of the main character, Warden, is where I get to play, visually building the emotion. I'm using a wide range of media to create the atmosphere: ink, paint, markers, watercolor and digital manipulation. The teal color becomes another character in the book, slowly taking over during the rising action, casting a pallor over house and inhabitants.

Alfred Hitchcock's use of perspective and cropping are a major inspiration for building internal suspense without relying on a literal darkness.

See more ...

2009-09-29T13:15:00.000-04:00

illustrations for children here, on flickr, where I'll continue to post new images until the very exciting day when I bother to master html to the level of a 10-year-old.

There's No Picnic without a Pickle – real size 14.25" x 9.5"

2009-09-23T00:45:00.000-04:00

It was the perfect day for a picnic.

Molly even planned her own menu: cheese sandwich, boiled egg, chocolate milk, pickle ...

Molly pulled and twisted, but the pickle stayed locked in the jar.

Molly thought about her problem. She knew there was no picnic without a pickle. "Maybe I need
someone better suited to the task," she said.

But more arms wasn't the answer.

"Maybe there's a trick to it," a dizzy Molly said. "I'll look for someone clever to help."

But when she found them, they couldn't agree on anything.

"Maybe I need someone powerful," Molly said.

But the loud roars just hurt her ears.

"Maybe I need someone with more experience, someone older," Molly said.

But it was the wrong kind of experience.

It seemed to Molly that everyone was enjoying picnics without any problems.

But she didn't see any pickles, and she felt sorry for them.

Her stomach rumbled now. But she had one more big idea.

"I'll try anything," she said.

But the pickles didn't respond to magic,

heights,

or music.

They wouldn't even come out for an audience.

Molly pouted.

The pickles floated in the jar.

Her stomach rumbled, longer than before.

"Maybe it's time to go home," she said.

Then she had a new idea, a small idea.

At home, she held the jar up to her mom.

And her mom opened it. Like magic, except magic hadn't worked.

And Molly and her mom

had the perfect picnic.

A closer look:

How This, Why Now

2009-09-22T23:11:00.000-04:00

Here I've constructed a chronological chart of influences that perhaps fails to explain the hows and whys of anything.

Welcome to the land bridge.

2009-09-15T18:29:00.000-04:00

This blog is intended to [1] serve as a transition between old and new work during the redesign of www.shortdivision.com [2] feature the entirety of "There's No Picnic without a Pickle," a personal book project from 2009.

Feel free to e-mail any interest and/or suggestions. I'm up for conversation.