Land Between

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Paper sculpture

This piece is made from stacking various blue, blue- green drawn dots on top of one another. It has been hanging around my studio for quite some time. I finally got around to taking a picture of it. It is a mix between a drawing and a sculpture.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Playing with Color

 Brain Storm

I found these images yesterday and had fun adding more contrast with brighter colors and texture.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

From a Drawer, Watch Dog

I love our big dog. He is away for a few days while we go away,
 and today I found myself staring at this old sketch. I must miss him already. 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Love this!

Love this video of Tomi Ungerer talking about making 
children's books.
I agree it is a great luxury!

Monday, October 22, 2012

New illustrations

                                     some new illustrations (in process) from a new picture book (in process)

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Love This! The Art of Bullshifting

The Picasso Picture Book Scale: The Art of Bullshifting and the State of the Contemporary Picture Book

went clicking this morning and landed on this, quite brilliant and hilarious take on the art in picture book making, take a look

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Green Eyes

                          Playing with this image last night, green eyed figure growing more green eyes

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Monday, September 10, 2012

Rediscovered Print

                       I just rediscovered this print I did awhile ago. Perhaps I was sifting through voices I  collect, not crazy voices although when someone says voices it is easy to think crazy. I am thinking more about inspirational voices. Voices for characters. Some that like to draw. Some that like to write. Some that like to sing and ponder their target audience.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Doggie Dreams

Have been wondering about dogs and their dreams. hmmm, I wonder what this is one is dreaming about

snow, definitely dreaming snowballs

This is Ferdinand a French Bull dog having  
a flying flipper dream.

                                                        dreaming that the power in his tail can open doors.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Brain Storm

Have been thinking a lot about ideas recently, not really where they come from but what to do with them when they arrive. I think I have a tendency to live in this idea making place, you know ("dwell in possibility"). I am working on bridging the idea making stage to the reality building one. I just need to learn how to pick the sturdy ones. While I was brain storming the actions in brain storming, this image rained. hmmmmmm.....(Have been reading Making Ideas Happen by Scott Belsky) which certainly explains this little blurb...

Monday, July 16, 2012

Something to Ponder

3d collage

Recently I have noticed I really like the word CORRIDOR. I like saying it. The more I say it the more I like it.
Corridor, Corridor, Corridor.
It is starting to sound like car door. Corridor evokes mystery in me. As if traveling through or by corridor has the ability to create a deep experience, a deeper one than traveling through hall, a hall.  A hall sounds like work or requires a certain dress code. It has sides that wall. A hall connects two or more rooms through straight movement.
A hall has point a and point b or c or d. I do not lose or discover any long songs in a hall.
A corridor echos.
If I travel by corridor it could take days, months, years to ever arrive beneath a door.
I can meet an unnamed you in a corridor,
and we can eat something blue, answer questions with ribbons as tongues,
 from heart to mind and back through again.
Corridor or Hall? Something to ponder

Friday, June 1, 2012

Lions Lions

                                                                        a new collage

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Discovering a Giant Strawberry...

                                                         ...  can make you sleepy

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Old made New..updated image

This is an image posted awhile ago that I have revisited, replayed,
 and re-imagined with a new character. 

Friday, May 11, 2012

Crazy Bird

                                                  Yesterday I felt a bit like this....
                                                  It must be the influence of a bird I keep hearing sing
                                                  its most beautiful clear whistle tune at 4:30 am inside my pillow.
                                                  Who knew there were such crazy birds singing in Brooklyn?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Love it!  One of my not so secret dreams is to build a playground sculpture. These guys are AMAZING. Who wouldn't want to climb and play and imagine all day in one of their structures. I think I may hire them to build me a house head in a tree over swirling rivers with floating window castle slides into open frog mouths. woohoo. LOVE IT, check them out.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Thank You Sendak!

I never tire of reading In the Night Kitchen. To me it is a perfect book. The words are fun to read, they sing while still telling a story. Every time I look at the images I see something new. It took me a few reads to notice the airplane above the bed, not sure how I missed that one. It is a slow quick book, meaning, I want to stay on every page but then before I know it, the book is over and I want to travel it again. This book reminds me to stay with every line, every word, every color, because in the end, they do add to something great. THANK YOU MAURICE SENDAK for your delight. You continue to inspire me.

Monday, May 7, 2012



                                    These collages were made from the NY Times Design Section.
                           The first is a book cover for a pretend novel titled: Color Me Way Nightly.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Tree Peeps

                                                            a growing I see I see tree
                                                                walks through me
                                                                  to see see seeing
                                                                an I see I see tree
                                                             water me water me water me tree

Friday, April 20, 2012

playing 3d, in process

This is the same image posted a bit ago but now I am playing around with putting him in a 3d setting.
It was strange but a gust of wind game through my studio and blew this little fellas hair just perfect.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Often when it appears one is doing nothing...

actually something extraordinary is being born.
However, you just might not know what it is...

until sometime later.

These are new illustrations using collaged prints.

Monday, March 19, 2012

From a Blue-tiful World


   I still believe in this little guy, and keep playing with ways to make him alive on the page.
                     These are current monotype's hot off my fingers. They portray a character named 
Bo Biddle from a picture book that is determined to be made.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Still Believin'

                These are prints collaged and played with in Photoshop. They are PIPs (play in process).
    The birds are characters from a book that I put away for a bit but as of yesterday am pulling out again.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Between the pages!

 I wouldn't mind being discovered by a giant lady bug while browsing inside a giant book.

this is an old image that i am playing with again....i wonder what page she is on




Some new illustrations made with my new friend, Photoshop. 
They combine printmaking, drawing, collage, and watercolor. 

Friday, January 6, 2012

If I were in a band

Just playing around here listening to some great music (The Head and The Heart) and wondering if I were in a band what our name would be. I would like to give the word Peghead a positive spin, with this being the name to an imaginary band and its debut cover. Now I am wondering what kind of music they would play. Something with a string instrument thrown in there and some bells and some water glass playing and an untamed voice, voices, that rise pressing into a high underneath dissolving any need for reason.