
One last sketch for 2011. I tried to go out like a ninja before the ball droppage!
Poor Felipe can't sleep in fear of some dim-witted, teeth-missing hillbilly looking to get his thrills by tipping over unsuspecting bovine deep in slumber. Just a quick sketch before I wander off to sleep. Good Night!
Yeah, not sure what happened! Started sketching and then it went all down crazy street. Dang you pen why u no erase! I caught my left hand routinely twitching, trying to push an imaginary ctrl Z (undo). Enjoy!
Changed up her colors a bit, finished up some details, and now "Lucy Flawless" is ready for action. Cheerio!
Just a Work In Progress, but I thought I should post something since I haven't done so in awhile. Here's the first girl of many in my Roller Derby Series. She still needs some work on the lower half of her body, plus I just noticed her helmet appears to be just resting on her head so a chin strap might be necessary. Yes, those are high heel roller skates...what? it could happen. Don't judge me. When I'm done with the coloring, I'll have to choose the ever important Roller Derby name so stay tuned. I'm out.


Who knew denim shorts would be every transforming monster's go-to wardrobe choice. While most creatures of the night suffer the embarrassment of busting out of their umpteenth shirt and exploding out of another set of sneaks during their transformation, the durable fabric keeps them free of indecent exposure all the while providing that head-turning fashion statement. 3 cheers for Mr. Levi Strauss!

Unlikely compadres, Porcupine and Skunk find a way to lessen the pain of their celebratory embrace. No more tomato baths for Porcupine, and no more cactus-face, pin-cushion body for Skunk. Bam!
The racoon, nature's masked bandito, loves the holidays just as much as anyone else. Here we see a typical racoon family wearing their xmas threads enjoying the incoherent babblings of their newborn. No doubt the festivities with progress into some nocturnal shenanigans topped off with some good ol' fashioned dumpster diving. Good Times...Good Times!
I was killing some time on my commute into work. This is another sketch and paint job I did using Sketchbook on my iphone.
I decided to continue doing some Princess Bride designs since it has been a really enjoyable undertaking. These are the 3 lovable road blocks that our protagonist, Wesley (once a mild-mannered, farm-boy man-servant turned Johnny Cash, man in back kind of guy), has to negotiate through. The gang consists of: Vizzini, the short-fused, brains of the operation, Fezik, a mountain of a man, but ever the softy, and Inigo, the sword wielding man hell bent on vengeance. He never fails to introduce himself to anybody...even if you've met his acquaintance countless times before. Watchoutnowwww.
Finally finished up the main piece for the baby's room! Strategically placed away from the changing table so that it doesn't get the inadvertant urine overspray that lil' baby boys are prone to do. Enjoy!
Here's the second canvas for the baby's room art collection. We decided to do a monster theme for the art pieces, but purposefully didn't mention that to any of our friends so that we weren't inundated with endless monster-themed objects as baby gifts. The Ol' brain bucket isn't only a hat rack people!
It's been a long time since last I posted, but I had a perfectly good reason...My wife and I welcomed our first baby! So naturally, I had to do some wall art for the baby's room. Here is the first canvas that I've completed. Stay tuned!
There's only one real decision for our hero to make on a daily basis...which pants should he wear? Does he feel like wearing his "uncaged fury", paint-on tight spandex which are stylish, but leave little to the imagination or his constant go to, cranky pants, which are well worn, comfortable, but have a chronic smell of inner turmoil. Is there any surprise to his bedside manner when his anger management sponsor is "The HULK".
Hulk Hogan: Oh, the offering of an airline snack won't save you now. To you this might seem like a deal too good to pass up, but for someone suffering from food allergies, you're pushing your kryptonite bar grub on the wrong hombre. Why do you continually provoke me so with your legumes of death and your oversized frenchiness? It pains me to do this, but you leave me no choice. Say your prayers, eat your vitamins, and acquaint yourself with the canvas, Andre Le Giant.
For Mr. Cranky Pantz some birds seem like nothing more than annoying, squawking happy meals in flight. Casey the Cat is on a mission to bring down the flying food wagons from this world and use their beak as toothpicks all the while never losing his street cred as a flashy dresser. I'm out.

This is me, post village pillaging, realizing that I haven't posted anything in a long while. I'm angry with myself, and I'm ready to throw down at the first sign of someone bad-mouthing Odin or a mention of my eyebrows looking like terrified caterpillars. Sorry for the poor quality, my camera phone is no so bueno. This crazed viking will definitely need some cleaning up and a nice paint job soon. I need to take a page out of Chuck Sheen's book and get back to some Winning!



Some bg's I did recently for a friend. Creepy cemetery and the polar opposite, break your teeth sweet Candyville. Enjoy!

Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. Where's that genetically engineered mega- peanut I set aside to make the best PB&J sandwich of all time? Ooo, the old nothing up my sleeve routine, huh? You crafty lil' pachyderm....I'll be watchin' you. C-YA.