Rarely would I just publish a photo on my blog. I think it's cheating not to do some kind of sketch. But this one was just too beautiful to pass up. I wish you all could smell this picture. It smells like fresh green and peach, not full blown peach, but subtle wafting but inescapable peach. My clone is sitting there right now doing a watercolor.
Tim and I went out for a date. We go on about one a year now. This time we actually did dinner and a concert at the Village Vanguard where we saw Paul Motian, an 80-ish jazz drummer, who has played everything with everyone. When we saw him play, he kept his sunglasses on. He looked about 60 for the entire set. During the applause, he took off his shades and stood up. He looked frail and old. See, making art is good for you!
Here's a half-assed rant!
I have wanted to draw the Jaume Plensa sculpture in Madison Square Park since it appeared one day. I see it all the time walking to class to teach but I never have time to sit there and draw it because I'm always on the clock with babysitters. My mother-in-law is in town and babysitting is free. I made a date with the great Gabrielle Bell and we went to the park to draw the statue. We of course gossiped about our personal lives and that was very fun. And I realized that this was the first time that I'd actually been able to draw from life for more than 20 minutes since Ramona was born. I got home and wrote a letter to the parks department asking them to keep the sculpture up forever.
There was a time where I wanted to think I was surrounded by men who wanted to be with me. It's fun to revel in your hotness, however transient. It makes you more hot.
Then you realize that what men really want is for you to know where you put your keys.
I think this might have been the second Little Laurie Sprinkles comic to ever run in the Stranger. 
To this day, I wonder what Mr. Weenis meant by not having any "farting habits". I feel like everyone has "farting habits", don't you?
There's that period between 9-10 when I can't be anything but a vegetable in front of the TV. When Tim's around we watch quality television... Treme and Twin Peaks, but when he's gone I indulge in the worst brain-rotting crap possible.
Here is something from my sketchbook.
Here is the first or second Little Laurie Sprinkles comic I did for Seattle's The Stranger, in 1999. Right before the world went to hell. I did a whole series of these and I'm not sure they were that good, but I definitely felt like a naked fat midget through most of my 20s.
This comic is completely autobiographical.
Hi,So having a baby is very time consuming, and finding the time to work on comics is tricky, let alone update a website from time to time. So here's the secret! Free labor. Exploit your former students by giving them an "internship". My first ever intern is Vreni Stollberger. She is amazing. And look at her work!
