Sketches: 1997 Archives

Sigma Eta Phi is the pseudo-fraternity of the Classics college world, Eta-Kappa was my university's section. One of the presidents came up with this idea and asked me to draw up a T-shirt design. It was never used.

People keep saying I draw too many girls. So I drew a guy. There, now shut up.

Comic Strip Episode #5. I like how cute the cartoons are while simultaneously being totally grungy and unseemly.

Comic Strip Episode #2. This was my roomate. In fact, it was ALL of them.

The horses think even less of her horse. The shetland pony is supposed to bear a striking resemblance to her dog.

The knights don't think too highly of her stature.

The mean ol' babysitter has locked the girl in her room. This is not the room of a nice little girly: this is one tough kid. That's a fork stuck through her dolly on the window.

A little girl's fantasy about running away to become a knight. This is just a carpet page.

A paper I did in college on the revolt of Boudica where I attempted to show that she was a Celtic Priestess involved in a religious revolt.

I love drawing dragons and this is one of my early whimsical sketches. I did it all freehand in colored pencil.

It read inside: Lay off the Eggnog this Year.

Showing the aliens to the sick friend. Note the pencil through the teddy bear.

A flying mouse at the science fair. The exhibits get progressively more outlandish through the book.

Note the cat wandering off to use the restroom. A finished version of one of the pages is in the finished book category.

This is my own story about a girl whose friend is sick for a field trip, so the girl photographs everything for her-- including the alien landing.

A character from my Psychotic Mouse comic strip. She *lost* the beauty pageant.

I made this for my mother to distribute to all her friends at christmas. I am uncertain of the year, but I think it was 1996 or 1997?

The well at the house I grew up in in New Jersey. It was a beautiful property and I have several gorgeous photos that remind me why I hated coming to Utah so much.

I drew this in high school, perhaps the first piece about which my art teacher did not immediately begin to complain. She was a real bitch. The piece is still hanging in my parent's front room.