This is another doodle-scribble sketch on the fly.The image was provided by Chris P.from Radioactive City Comics.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
The image I created was a reaction to BIG SUGAR. Modern day
SLAVERY in the Dominican republic. Haitians are lured across the border
with promises of a better life, ending up with so little. Companies owned by off
shore interest, able to overlook labour laws and human rights.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Inventions. Everyday someone has a bright idea, but how many take the time to record them?
This little design for an ink-feeding cartridge to a natural hairbrush is just an idea; I may take the time to build a prototype. See if it can really work? I may have a few more similar artifacts in my sketchbooks, ranging from book cover-carriers, book shelving and store designs, toys and games.
Dragons pop up in my sketchbooks now and again…waiting for stories to be told.
An old ice cream bucket holds an assortment of pencil crayons and other small trinkets of a childhood shared between sisters. A plastic little boy in blue overalls has been separated from a forgotten play set. An Avon broach hides a compartment for a lip moisturizer, it seemed every girl I knew in elementary school had at least one. Rubberstamps with dated images, girls in bell bottom pants and cute puppies, once decorated letters and notes to friends long since moved away.
Funny how you remember childhood friends, they retain their youth forever and ever. Never aging in memory. Like home movies in your brain.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
It rained all night.When we woke up,water had risen into the house.Slippers
sat on the water like boats. Snakes took shelter in the house,slithering on walls
and swimming around our island bed.
had fallen and made a perfect raft. Frogs,toads,snails and snakes were plenty.
I came over once in a while to play with their kids and watch TV. One afternoon I was sitting up
in a tree in their backyard, a Mother came in with her child about six years old.She was crying.
The boy was very still as the man looked him over.
Urine stained the boy's pants and streamed off
the table.I laughed to myself,thinking the boy was just sleeping.