My day job, like all day jobs, has its share of drudgery and hair-pulling frustration.  (Oh, does it ever.)  But every once in a while I get to do something really freaking cool, and that makes it all worth it!

For instance, the other day our department head asked all the centers to create baskets for another facility to raffle off as a fundraiser.  My coworkers and I were at a loss because we don’t have a lot of spiffy semi-valuable items hanging around the classrooms; if we have it, it gets used, baby.  Really all we had to offer was a gift certificate and a small number of art supplies.  And a gift certificate tied to a pack of markers doesn’t exactly look flashy and attractive on the raffle table.

Our solution?  Make an awesome re-usable gift box to put everything in.

Our evil solution? Make the gift box look like the Mad Hatter’s hat and call it “A Rainy Day in Wonderland”.

Needless to say, I had WAY too much fun building this thing!

views of the Mad Hatter box

A kooky hat suits a kooky guy

the full "rainy day" box

"Surprise! We're all mad here."


I’m on a brush-inking kick right now, which is good, because I need the practice! I wasn’t really liking how either of my (cheap) brush pens were acting–after a while the tips split and then I have to buy another one–so I decided to experiment.  I have a Sakura Koi water-reservoir brush that I use for watercolor, and I love it, and even though I’d read that they didn’t work with ink very well, I thought I’d give it a try.

Sure enough, the darn thing didn’t like straight ink; the pigment just would not draw up into the bristles on its own. But once I added a tiny bit of water to make a really concentrated inkwash, it worked like magic! It has a lot more expression than I can get with a felt-brush pen, which is both exhilarating and terrifying.  The pigment doesn’t seem to be clogging up the mechanism yet either, but we’ll see what it does over time.

Anyway, have a doodle. I know the inking sucks, but that’s what practice is for, dammit.

a woman with long light hair and a sad-but-quizzical expression

I wonder if all these sad-and-tired drawings are a reflection of my mental state...

Yeah, between the congestion and the allergy meds I’m incredibly out of it, and I have no idea why I drew this. It probably won’t make sense when the drugs wear off, either.


a dark-skinned cocktail waitress with killer shoes

There might be hope for me and brush, I want her shoes!



Quick story: on New Year’s Day 2009 I started a sketchblog. It turned into an artblog (since I’ve drifted into 3-D work, heh heh heh) and a place for general craziness. Unfortunately, that beast was on Vox, and as of September 30, 2010 Vox will no longer exist.  Soooooo, I’m starting over.

I didn’t bother to archive my ramblings, but if you want to see the pics from the old blog, they’re available here in this Flickr set.

The Artist