Wednesday, June 16, 2010


This is the best reward for a long stretch of hard work.

World Cup 2010!

A beautiful game, indeed. Today I watched Switzerland beat Spain convincingly. Spain was the top pick to win the cup, coming off their Euro championship. But, as the game goes, little ol' SUI trounced them like David dropping Goliath. Beautiful!

And, yesterday, North Korea held their own against my all time fav, Brazil, losing the game but maintaining respect for very tough play. Brazil took a while to warm up and start their war machine, but we got a little sneak peek of what is to come. Maicon's extremely acute, air bending shot was so fine, it deserves it's own cup.

The opening game between ZA and Mex was pretty fun to watch as well and Tshabalala's goal was beautiful! A straight shot on the run that pierced the top corner!
Ahhh. And I owe all this happiness to my tiny rabbit ears and the blessed Spanish channel. Thank God for Mexicans (and Spanish speaking Americans). If I had to rely on white Americans, I would be in the pits of despair right now. (shocker) What is on the other channels? A whole lot of nothing. What is wrong with us? We let this once every four years opportunity march right under our noses without hardly a glance. Meanwhile the rest of the planet has stopped so abruptly that scientists have detected a sudden shift in the earth's axis.

Well, luckily, I am seeing a bit of progress in the comprehension of futbol in my own country. Normally, I see a bunch of people waving American flags and I want to get as far away as I can. And fast. (I don't want to get my dreadlocked butt lynched by Tea Party "Patriots".) But nowadays, I have seen roving groups of flag-draped folks, shouting and waving.... and I love it! Probably the first time I have ever smiled at someone yelling while holding the flag. And why? Because by waving the flag they are not swaggering diabolically about the brutality of a huge, wealthy nation taking advantage of a smaller, poorer one, killing their children and raping their resources. (Obviously, I am not saying everybody waving a flag, supporting their kids or husbands or wives in the service are like this. I am thinking of the red faced screamers at big rallies that just exude hatred and anger. You know what I am talking about. I am not making it up.) What are they waving the flag for? They are celebrating their team. They are celebrating our team. What real patriotism should be.
Life should be more like soccer. You win. You lose. After the game you go and shake hands with your opponent and move on to the next game.

Viva Futbol! Viva Soccer! Viva Football! Viva Foutbol! Viva!

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Hope for Haiti, October 2010

I am officially finished with Hope for Haiti.

I overnighted all the art away to NY on Thursday afternoon. I want to plop down into a couch and chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
But.... that is not gonna happen. I am furiously finishing some sketches for Ghetto Cowboy and so, as I have been reminded so often throughout my life, there is no rest for the wicked. (Maybe in July.)

But it is nice to see my babies fly fly away. Much easier than seeing my big baby fly away. Clay is graduating HS next week, and turning 18. And I just had a mini heart attack just now thinking that I have an 18 year old. Dear Lord! The time machine is set to Fast Forward, I think.

whew. ok. breathe.

Anyway, I wanted to share a few images from the book before I start balling my head off about my grown up baby. These are quick shots I took with my on-its-way-out camera so forgive the lack of clarity and color accuracy. Still, I want to give a sneak peek.

I want to thank my most amazing colleague for her help... who's kidding who- this book would not have happened without her. Deb Lund, who as many of you know as an awesome children's book author, happens to be the mom of some pretty great models. Their unique character was so helpful to me in creating these images. Thank you Deb! Also, thank you to Beshir and Ricky for being great models as well. I am a lucky illustrator to have such great faces to work from.

More to come soon.

more of my dear

Half marathon from near Sequim to Port Angeles. Da boys braved the rain to cheer on Mamma.