sketchbook page

sketchbook page

Sketchbook page depicting one of my favorite Grimm brother's tales.

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sketchbook page

Sketchbook pages

Sketchbook page:

There's a certain donut shop chain that runs this contest that has my son and me picking up the discarded cups that are littered everywhere so we can "roll up the rim."

juvenile retinoschisis

    My son has a degenerative eye condition. He may slowly go blind or it may happen instantly. We hope that it doesn't deteriorate any further but yesterday he had some difficulty seeing. These are some drawings from his last operation. He's eating freezies on the bottom drawing.
    He was in such terrible pain after the operation and asked us to kiss him where it hurt. Up until that day he thought that kisses 'cured' pain. "It's not working!" he cried.

I don't pray but if anybody feels so inclined I'd sure appreciate it.

I am sick

When my daughter was a baby...

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I better put this out before Apple takes over the world and nobody remembers what a Blackberry even is anymore.

I'm trying to learn french!

    We moved to Montreal and it's pretty darn easy to get around only knowing english but I feel like an ignoramus. Little kids will say something in french to me and I'll have to say, "I'm sorry. I'm from Vancouver and I still haven't learned french yet." Then they'll switch over to english and talk to me. It's no problem for them.

    People aren't just bilingual here either. It's really common to be multi-lingual.

    At suppertime we've resolved to only speak french. I'll learn the language yet!

The translation for the above panel in case you can't read my messy printing is:

    "I've got a first aid kit in my glove compartment."

    "It would be better to call an ambulance."

Frosted Lucky Arms. They're tragically delicious!

    Sadly, only the North Americans will 'get' this, or is Lucky Charms in other countries?

    We, in the Em family have this habit of turning every product or store name into a parody. Perhaps I looked at too many Wacky Packages and read too many Mad and Cracked magazines in my formative years, but I never get tired of such things.

    I used to try to avoid anything that was humorous in my art because I wanted to be a 'serious' artist but I suppose I would have to become a serious person first, and I don't know if I'm up to that.

I was sketching people on the bus...

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    She's not looking out the window because it's so interesting out there. She just doesn't want to look at you, Mr. Hoody Flapped Over Your Eyes, because you're pointing your face in her direction and won't turn away. She's uncomfortable because she can't see your eyes.
    She's afraid of you. Can't you see that?
    No, I guess you can only see the inside of your hoody.
    I drop my pencil down by your feet so I could get a peek under your hoody and you look like you're in your 30s, (maybe even late 30s).
    Just think of the word, 'hoody.' It sounds like a little kid's toy. The 'y' on the end makes it sound cute and juvenile.
    You're too old for that look now.
    You just look like a rapist.

My thoughts get smaller as they stretch into infinity

They would've reached the moon if they didn't blow away.

Sunday Morning Coming down

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Peek a boo!

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