So far I’m calling this one “One Way #101″ gouache on paper.

I want to start exploring  clown faces. Misdirection, they freak so many people out, yet I find myself staring at pictures of clowns when I see them. Gouache on paper.

Sketched in Moleskine while on the train. My good friend, Travis Louie, gave me the initial spark for this idea. I recently had the experience of sitting in on a lecture from Barron Storey at the Society of Illustrators. I’ve always dug his work and now I love his attitude too! I also had to do some quick gestures as he spoke.

I’m moving in to a new studio. I’m excited to see how it affects my work. More windows!

Here is the sketch for a painting I’m working on for the “Monsters” show at Copro Nason Gallery in July.

I had a perfect weekend. Thurs. Paul Booth worked on my arm tattoo. Friday, I signed out a BMW z8 convertible, drove to East Stroudsburg and stayed in a bed and breakfast with my girl, Molly, and um , there was something… something else. Oh yeah, I JUMPED OUT OF AN AIRPLANE AT 13,000 FUCKING FEET! I didn’t jump, it was more of a plummet. At the entrance to the airstrip, I saved a 4 inch snapping turtle that seemed to have been confused between what a pond felt like and the middle of a road. I put him back and proceeded to what I thought would be my eventual “bone shattering sort of falling into earth death” with the calm that I saved a little snapping turtle. It was the most amazing experience I ever had. I fell around 120 mph horizontally and then drove a stretch of road at 120 mph in a vertical direction! Sunday we drove over to visit Ron English and he showed us around his studio and home and neighborhood.

At the car club.

2 hours before testing gravity.

That would be me in the blue suit throwing up… out?

That’s the Delaware Water Gap.

One of 6 still-life studies with gouache on Bristol. My favorite coffee cup.

20 minute pose with two models at the Society of Illustrators while a 2 piece jazz thing played. I drew one’s front on the other’s back/bottom.

Sketch done on the train a few pages over from the models above.

Of course I’m kidding! I did this study a while ago. I started doodling on the train and I think I finished most of it at Verb coffee shop in Williamsburg in Brooklyn. It led to the painting called “The Politician” (or 2 Chickens in every pot) It’s hard to keep my titles straight sometimes because I think they evolve as much as the images. This is the 3rd pencil drawing in the “Delineations” show at Ad Hoc Gallery.

I hung out with my friend Steve Ellis, a really great artist. We drew at Spring Street Studios in SoHo a week or 2 ago. The model was fantastic. These are just a few from the sketchpad that I pulled. I filled out my pad with this session… almost had to draw on napkins and paper towels. HA!

40 minute pose.

20 minutes.

Two 5 minutes.

A sketch pad page. Ideas I came up with while on the subway…

More art. Pencil with white gouache on paper.

These are some cars I can drive and one I can’t. I’m still absorbing the pictures I took of engines and shock absorbers and brake pads at the car club.

In an unrelated story I did this drawing while on the ‘L’ train with some dude standing next to my seat staring over my shoulder. I found a new brand of sketch pad. Moleskine switched to a lighter stock and it doesn’t hold up to my pencil leads. The new one, Cache, has heavier stock, and a very similar surface as my old Moleskines. It feels so good to draw on this stuff, I plan to do a lot more! I have two friends named Steve and we all have tentative plans to hang out at a coffee shop and do some doodle’n this week.

It was a calm day, a peaceful day. Sunny, like in some stylized happy setting in a romantic movie about the innocent first love between a boy and a girl holding hands while gazing at frogs chirping in a pond at sunset… Little did I know what lurked on the sidewalk! It was a massacre. Reds and yellows oozing everywhere. I almost wretched. Then I saw the black and blues and worst of all… brown. Sorry, I had to share.

Devastating.

It’s always sad to lose a baby blue.

It made me appreciate my own colors safe in their box in my studio.