Some sort of stomach bug precluded me from doing a drawing yesterday, but it did afford me the chance to reflect on illnesses past. I was sick a lot as a child. (I am ill a lot as an adult, too, but that's a different story for a different day.) The common cold, ear infections,... Continue Reading →
My sketchbooks feature any number of half-completed scribbles, usually with a scrawled notation which I may or may not be able to remember and/or decipher. This one I remember: in a bookstore one day, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a title on the spine of a book which, for a fraction... Continue Reading →
I've always wanted to draw an Easter card featuring a panoramic view of a springtime-themed fair, or amusement park. I guess this is the first step. Save
My eyesight has been terrible for most of my life; trying to read headlines on the internet has done nothing to improve it. I realized within a split-second, of course, that the actual headline I saw was "French billionaires, companies pledge millions of euros to rebuild Notre-Dame," but the mental image conjured by my initial... Continue Reading →
The cover for Night Cats. The paper is Nepalese lokta paper, handmade & hand-printed (not by me!) with metallic stars, moons, and suns. I drew the Night Cats directly on the cover with Posca markers; the Lokta paper is kind of absorbent, which is why they look a little fuzzy. Their pose is cheerfully borrowed... Continue Reading →
There is not much drawing on this page of Night Cats, except for the faux-scroll. But on a day of unimaginable loss, maybe the words are enough. Materials: Canson Mi-Teintes paper (black); Posca paint markers, Bazzill Stars kraft paper with foil. Save
In yesterday's post, I mentioned that the Chief Night Cat -- appearing as the merest sliver of a waxing moon-- was inspired by my own late cat Henry. Henry appears again today, as DayCat. Because Henry was orange, like the morning sun, and because, as in the line from the "For I will consider my... Continue Reading →
Since the Night Cats are responsible for so much, I figured they probably have a boss. A fairly sappy confession: we once had a tremendous cat named Henry. We loved him with all our hearts, and he wholeheartedly loved the entire world and everything in it. Scientists claim that cats "simply don’t have the facial... Continue Reading →
"They go together like cats and doughnuts*" is not a metaphor which springs to most people's minds, I guess, which means today's blog entry requires some exposition. I mentioned in a previous post that the Night Cats are based on my friend's cats; we met them during a weekend visit. As a sort of hostess... Continue Reading →
