I am not a Camera

There is a stairway up to a public balcony on a church opposite the Radcliffe Camera, giving you the best view there is of Oxford. The sweep of the High, the spires of All Souls, the narrow streets, glimpses of grass-carpeted quadrangles hidden away from the foot traffic. But it is the Camera that holds the attention. A baroque church dome divorced from its boring liturgical parts, or maybe a church built for one person. I've never been inside, but a photograph taken from this ground level perspective greets my eye when I wake every morning. It is my favorite building in Europe, but most people I tell about it think it is a one-hour photo shop somewhere in Boston.

Barber Shop

The sort of place I went as a kid to read Field & Stream. I'd think about looking at Esquire or Playboy but never did.

Life is a Quest

I did this illustration for Buddhadharma magazine, art directed by Seth Levinson. The article was about finding ones way among many options. Sometimes a metaphor, like this signpost, seems inanimate and I want to add some life to it. I often add birds. They add color too. It's an apt choice in this case, because birds are migratory, and have an admirable sense of direction. The last thing I added was the blue drop shadows, to give it a suggestion of sunshine.

Kids and Toys and Stereotypes

This illustration is one of a series I did for a book titled Rethinking Pop Culture. This chapter was about how stereotyping dictates the toys our kids play with, something majority children wouldn't notice. The art director was the excellent Patrick J B Flynn.

Love-Hate

I did this illustration for Buddhadharma magazine. The concept of loving and hating the same person suggested the mirror image, and the same face expressing these opposite emotions. Art direction by Seth Levinson.

Valentine Art

I drew this yesterday, in pencil, and put it in an envelope. But not before scanning it and converting it into color.

Genuine Mustard

There is a thingness about familiar products. Their printed labels say "genuine" but any certainty is conferred by our own eye that recognizes the brand elements. We know at a glance that it is what it says it is. There's also the guarantee from context. Powdered mustard is less likely to be counterfeited which is why you can seldom purchase it out of the trunk of a car or from a furtive gentleman in a trenchcoat. You have to go to a grocery store, and who is more trustworthy than a grocer? It doesn't hurt to know the royal family likes it too.