Blue Lam­borgh­i­ni Aven­ta­dor Air­brush Illus­tra­tion

This is a blue Aven­ta­dor — a Lam­borgh­i­ni hyper­car. I like how sharp and dan­ger­ous it looks. It has edges that do beau­ti­ful things to the light that strikes them. Cars in 2018 are exquis­ite rolling works of art. It is also a throw­back to the Coun­tache — the first super­car I remem­ber from when I was a kid. In my work there is a dichoto­my — I have a whim­si­cal air­brush style of mon­sters and crit­ters and also a more for­mal style that focus­es on hyper real­is­tic paint­ings of shiny objects and machines.

chick­adee car­toon

Chick­adees are so small and cute. They flit and jump around in a matrix of abbre­vi­at­ed jerks and pops. I am almost cer­tain they are tiny machines. I used to watch them feast at my grand­ma’s bird feed­er.

baby red por­cu­pine fish

This is a por­cu­pine fish. When they get scared they puff up and show their spines for pro­tec­tion. I love their smi­ley face and giant eyes — I moved his eyes to the front of his head like a human to make him friend­lier.

wolver­ine-with-a-big-head

Wolver­ine is my favorite super­hero. He isn’t fast or strong and he does­n’t have mag­ic pow­ers but he is tena­cious, mad and tough. I like him because he is always get­ting his butt kicked by stronger mutants but he nev­er gives up and usu­al­ly wins.

grim reaper kid

I love 90s and ear­ly 2000s car­toons. This is my take on Grim from The Grim Adven­tures of Bil­ly & Mandy. It is so odd how such a dark sym­bol for our own mor­tal­i­ty has been appro­pri­at­ed so many times into mod­ern west­ern cul­ture as a comedic fig­ure. Post­mod­ernism you are so sil­ly.

laugh­ing Bud­dha stat­ue with bird poop

I love Bud­dha. He was like the orig­i­nal self help guru. He did­n’t call on mag­i­cal deities  for hap­pi­ness — or preach that you had to tor­ture your­self to attain enlight­en­ment — he under­stood that life is suf­fer­ing and the key to hap­pi­ness is to let go of the mate­r­i­al things that lead to suf­fer­ing. This is a stat­ue of fat hap­py laugh­ing Bud­dha with birds poop­ing on him.

scis­sor tailed fly catch­er

I love lis­ten­ing to birds go off at sun­rise in spring. It is like they have been beat down by harsh win­ter weath­er and they cel­e­brate the return of warmth and green­ery. I live next to a col­lege cam­pus and it is inun­dat­ed with large old growth trees and song­birds. When I walk out­side to go to work I am hit by a deep field of cacoph­o­nous echo­ing hap­py bird sound that is unlike any­thing I have heard before. It is like some­thing out of a vast swirling dream­scape where birds are sen­tient machines and their songs have a secret cod­ed mean­ing.