Hugging Trees Vs. Pushing Paper

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“Carry” for Illustration Friday


It’s sometimes a little conflicting to me that I love nature and trees, and I paint on paper.

(Paper comes from chopped down trees. But you knew that, right?)

Well, I actually have a thing for paper, too, like a lot of artists. Its texture, the grain, the way pigment rests on it or becomes absorbed into it… I’ll stop there before this turns into a porn novel.

Paper has always carried my work in some way. And it just so happens that I work at a print center for my day job. That’s where I print a lot of stuff on paper. It’s also where a lot of paper get wasted. A lot. Of paper.

Last weekend there, I worked on a job that had me print 500 packets that consisted of a total of 28,000 sheets of paper. It was for a big conference for a company. With today’s technology, why they couldn’t do this digitally (like email, website, or hand out a PDF on a flash drive), I have no clue. This kind of thing happens at a lot of places.

I’m just going to assume that as you read this, those 500 people have either recycled the paper. Or hung it up on their wall and are admiring its texture, the grain, the toner glistening in the light…



Kleptoctopus attacks your screen

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At the suggestion of my sister that there should be more wallpapers of my work, here’s a new one – The Attack of the Kleptoctopus, featuring Ms. Jessie Bunnie, of course. Yay!

Choose your screen size: 1600×1200 | 1280×1024 | 1024×768 | 1024×600 – and right click on the image, and select “Set as Desktop Background” or something along those lines.

Fair Man

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At a fair in Galva, IL. July 4th. Around 7 pm. The weather still in the upper 90’s. I ask this man how he manages to work under such conditions.

He replies, “Air conditioning.”

This is Ashleigh

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Ashleigh is a rare gem that I met on the train while heading to Galesburg, IL to visit my mom a few days ago.

Majority of the time I either sit on the train alone or next to someone who insists on pretending that I don’t exist. If a conversation takes place, it seldom ventures beyond a topic like the weather. And after my many failed attempts, I end up with my earphones on for the rest of the trip.

(I like learning about people but sometimes I end up sitting next to a dude who asks inappropriate questions or makes inappropriate comments. That’s when I look for a different seat or am definitely scrambling for my earphones!)

But this trip began very differently when Ashleigh sat down next to me. Our conversation began about the meowing we heard somewhere in the train car, because we were convinced that someone was smuggling a cat inside their baggage. We continued to talk nearly the entire trip. After a range of topics like theater, music, work, travel, dreams, and life in general. Eventually, the train got to Galesburg and I had to go.

We never did find out if there was actually a cat somewhere on board.