Going on a Death Valley drawing trip. If I’m gone for more than a couple weeks, call Old Ben.
It’s dicey out there. Just keep calm and pack mindfully.
My prediction for 2014: we’ll all have minor identity crises, which we’ll resolve by wearing personal mantras as marshmallow necklaces. Also, Tintinology.
Every time I bring home a copy of DUNE, I share it with my dad, and usually his reaction is something like, “You’ve got some screwed up friends there, buddy.” But after I brought home THIS issue, I found it in the kitchen later with a little note on it that said, “best Dune EVER.” So there you go; this sketch of mine (with help from an armadillo-y friend) as well as the rest of the slop to come out of last month’s night at the Racer is officially DAD-APPROVED.
The Supramystic Saga cards, a hand-printed run of science trading cards is the brainchild of designer and printer Jon Horn, whom I’m blessed to be buddies with. Each card has a little biography of a scientist as well as his or her ‘rank’ and a colored border denoting how rare they are (try and get a Tesla!). I illustrated several of the scientist portraits (Archimedes, Darwin, and Marie Curie, to name a few), but most of the illustration and design credit is owed to Jon, who has made each deck of cards painstakingly beautiful, down to sewing the stitches that seal each deck in a screen-printed wrapper. I’ve got about twenty decks right now; we’re selling them for ten dollars, which is a great deal for such an awesome work of collectable and educational and trade-able art. Email me if you’d like a deck and we can arrange shipping.
More about Jon and his studio, Blue Dot Prints, over here.
Here’s a lil’ comic I did for ZAPP’s collaborative zine, Xenographic, which you hopefully picked up at Short Run if you were there. Great stuff by past and present ZAPP volunteers. I owe about half of this comic to Herge, Jim Woodring, and Jeff Smith.
Just printed a good briny batch of A Novice’s Guide to Geoduck Farming. If you’re in Seattle, stop by SHORT RUN on Saturday to say hi and get a copy for a buck or a high five or something. For any faraway friends or fans, send me two internet bucks or two internet high fives with your address and I’ll send you one in the mail.
From Dune 12 at the Racer. I think I was going for a Kurt Vile reference here, but ended up with just some beer-fueled crassness. Poor old Anupiss. His bladder’s really stressin’ him out.
Submitted this logo in a contest for the bookstore that I used to work at. Didn’t make it past the slush pile. All those years of hard work for nothin’! WAIT, just kidding, Third Place is a great bookstore, and as the holidays approach I want to remind everybody to buy all their books or gifty things at local bookstores (especially Ravenna) rather than on Amazon. Jeff Bezos hates you and he wants cities to look like vacuous wastelands of condos and malls and you shouldn’t give him money. He’ll just use it to build a huge fucking clock in a mountain or something. Do YOU need a huge fucking clock in a mountain? Wouldn’t you rather have a neighborhood with vibrant and diverse commerce? OK, I’m done.