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some illustration and graphic design…executed for the ’save the date’ cards for my own impending nuptials…
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another t-shirt design…
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The moon seemed full enough to burst, deliciously bloated like the belly of a chortling old man. Distant suns were burning like votive candles hung from rusted eye-hooks, infinitely high; while down below, the breeze rustled hair-thin grass blades, noiselessly to all but the smallest of eardrums, to whom the hum in the wind seemed gentle, like tiny violin strings plucked by tiny fairy fingertips. There was a flavor to the air that savored of magic, and since it seemed so improbable, Quinn recognized it for what it was: a fantasy full of whimsy flickering subtly as she slept.
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The bird upon her windowsill looked that way now. His neck was bent just the same, and his body looked equally ruined; and the melancholy of his death seemed all the more tragic when Quinn imagined him animated. How beautiful he must have been in flight with the starlight gleaming on his feathers, which were deep shades of indigo and violet, and not at all black, as they had seemed at first. She settled at once to bury him in the root cellar, as she would any other dear friend.
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inspired by a hooker (my assumption) that I saw on 14th street…she had a yellow afro and banana-yellow heels
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On her first day of school the other toddlers had teased her mercilessly because her eyes were golden and feline, and her hair was white like a snowy fleece, and it cascaded in intricate coils and spirals that seemed to hang suspended from their roots like satellites of curls straining to escape gravity’s pull. Those bit-sized brutes told her that her eyes were strange, and her hair was strange, and her name was strange. She was strange.
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“mets fan/yankee hater” and “yankee fan/mets hater” t-shirts for sale.
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my take on the yankee fan and the sox fan. granted, i am biased…but i tried to be as impartial as possible. next up, the met fan…which should really put my impartiality to the test… Btw, “Yankee Fan/ Sox Hater” front and back design available for sale in the HSNY online shop, and likewise “Sox Fan/ Yankee Hater” designs.
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and a t-shirt to boot!
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the boston red sox are world champions. celebrate - jonathan papelbon riverdance style.
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what’s this? why it’s another t-shirt design. boston folk hero and sox first baseman kevin “youk” youkilis. winning ain’t pretty…for sale.
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Another t-shirt design, continuing with our World Series theme. Rockies 2nd baseman - and former Mets cast-off - Kaz Matsui.
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red sox t-shirt design…for sale here. hey if you dig it, drop me a line.
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two more logos for hot stove new york.
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there’s just nothing left in that arm. cartoon featured on hot stove new york.
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the yankee skipper continues to await his fate. meanwhile, i put together this illustration - as seen on hot stove new york.
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made some headers/ avatars for the columnists over at the new york sports blog Hot Stove New York.
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a pair of maroons…could find their way into a project of mine…
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Believe it or not, this monstrosity morphed from a photo of my late and wonderful grandmother…
i just want to get these shoes home so i can wear them.
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saw this woman in the west village one summer and sketched her later that day. painted the sketch roughly a year later - as best i could remember.
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ego.
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he’s bad, you know.
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