august 28, 2014 – more topiaries

Posted by on Aug 28, 2014 in painting, topiaries | 2 comments

topiariesMy rough translation* of your feedback re: the squirrel (see center right, click to enlarge):

“Your squirrel’s eye is creepy.”
“Can you add lightning to the squirrel?”
“Your squirrel gave me nightmares. I can’t sleep now. I blame you. Bitterly.”

“This is my favorite one so far because it looks creepy!”
“Yeah! Death Squirrel! I want it!”
“I sleep like a baby now because of your squirrel painting.”

What does one do in the face of such contradictory responses? Options:

1. Sadly paint over Squirrel’s eye to make him socially acceptable.
2. Sadly paint over all the other animals’ eyes to make them socially unacceptable, just to match.
3. Not give a rip about what you people think.
4. Come up with another line of cards designed for those who appreciate the strange, creepy, and bizarre!

I’ve chosen to do number 4.


*and somewhat elaborated upon

Read More

august 18, 2014 – topiaries

Posted by on Aug 18, 2014 in painting, topiaries | 0 comments

Here are the first four. I don’t think I’ll stop at six.four topiaries of the apocalypse

Read More

august 14, 2014 – the unraveling – part ii

Posted by on Aug 14, 2014 in stories, the unraveling | 4 comments

The Unraveling – Part II

Correine awoke to the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain spattering on her window. She lay still in the early morning darkness, gathering her thoughts. As she watched the drops of water trickle down the panes, Correine decided that she could wait no longer. She would go to the Oracle, despite the risks, to confess and ask her question.

Read More

august 8, 2014 – tree animals!

Posted by on Aug 8, 2014 in painting, topiaries | 0 comments

topiariesHere’s my progress on the tree animals. Rabbit and deer are done, moving on to the fox. To round out the six I think I’ll add a badger, a squirrel, and an owl. (Click image for a larger view.)

Read More

august 6, 2014 – you won’t sneak up on me this year, Christmas

Posted by on Aug 6, 2014 in painting, topiaries | 2 comments

rabbitEvery year Christmas comes quickly and mercilessly, sweeping in when I’m the busiest and catching me unawares. I never feel prepared. Often, around October or November, I’ll vaguely formulate some Christmas goals. I’ll think, “This year we’ll take a photo and I’ll do a family newsletter. I’ll buy gifts in November. I’ll design Christmas cards.” It seems that every year I fail. Christmas gets the better of me.

Not this year. At least not with the card thing. Today I started creating some designs for cards that I plan to print up next month. This is the first (and it’s not finished) of six animals. For now I call him Rabbit.

Read More

august 1, 2014 – the beginning

Posted by on Aug 1, 2014 in ellen, painting, stories, the unraveling, writing | 10 comments

the boy and the ships

the boy and the ships

Today marks the beginning of a new journey for my family. I am stepping into the world of creative work in which I will attempt to paint and write for a living. I am excited for this opportunity to use the language of Image and Story to stir the imagination, to talk about what I see in the world, and to challenge how we think.

I have several projects that I’m working on that I’ll be sharing with you as they develop.

You may have seen the beginning of one of them already: Part I of The Unraveling, a three part short story that I’ve posted earlier. You can find it by clicking on The Unraveling tab. Look for Part II soon!

Other projects that you’ll hear about:

  • An Ellen picture book that’s in the works
  • Storybird
  • Christmas cards

Thanks for reading!

Read More

july 11, 2014 – the unraveling – part i

Posted by on Jul 11, 2014 in stories, the unraveling | 5 comments

The Unraveling – Part I

There was nothing to indicate that this day was different from any other. Gusts of wind whistled outside and now and then yellowing leaves spun past the window to drift against the house. Branches from the elm brushed against the eaves and fragmented the light that pooled on the table. Sitting here, near the stove, it was warm and comfortable. In the distance the clock tower slowly rang three times. There was nothing that pointed to it being different at all. But it was different, and Correine knew it, and had known it from the moment she awoke that morning.

Read More