Tuesday, December 29


Monday, December 28

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Monday, December 21


Sunday, December 20

Saturday, December 19

Mother Grimm

Friday, December 18

Thursday, December 17

warp snake

Wednesday, December 16


He walks alone through the snow. His slumbering brothers line the road.

Tuesday, December 15


Monday, December 14

Sunday, December 13


Saturday, December 12

Friday, December 11

hero post; Jean Michel Basquiat


Thursday, December 10


cell division

Sunday, December 6

Thursday, December 3


Tuesday, December 1

Prismacolor yellow and green

This colored pencil work took me many sittings, but the work was fairly soothing. I entered this piece, as you see it here (click image for full), into a Prismacolor drawing competition that is held once a year. Although they have not announced the winners yet, the fine people at Prismacolor sent me a green brush tip marker just for participating. I hope to enter next year with newly acquired skills and pencils/markers.

Again, a special thanks to the model, LeAnna.

Thursday, November 26


buy local.

Wednesday, November 25

hero post; Milton Glaser

Tuesday, November 24

yard bird

Wednesday, November 18

brown paper tag

Monday, November 16

Ghost Radio

There is a ghost in your radio. It would live in your toaster, but it gets hot in there.

Thursday, November 12

All for none

Aramis the third musketeer,
was stabbed in the heart in a duel.
He suffered great blood loss, died on the spot,
and now the musketeers are two.

Monday, November 9


Sunday, November 8

Worry People

People Worry

You could worry about your intestinal tract , you could worry about your left toe nail.
you could worry about hair loss, you could worry about the hairless mole on your back.
you could worry about death, you could worry about life,
you could worry about the water you drink.

You could worry if you ate too much, or ate too little of the right thing, and if anyone even knew where this food came from, or if it's even food at all. You could worry about the salt or sugar content, or if it was free range or caged. Did it destroy a natural habitat to be grown. Did the workers all get paid?
Will I even live till tomorrow? Will I ever be known for my work? Will I ever fall in love? What if the sun explodes, or if I go blind from watching too much t.v.?

The more worries you worry the more worries you'll have. If you could just stop worrying, would things still be so bad?

Thursday, November 5

flying cars; future's raindrops

Cars are synonymous with American culture. These heaving hunks of metal that transport us towards our destinations, are a mainstay of our popular lives. If you have ever heard John "Cougar" Melloncamp, Tom Petty, or Devo, seen a television set in the last decade or two, then you will have come across one of these steaming piles.
If you have ever seen Hunny, I Shrunk the kids or the Ghost Busters. Took a ride along with officer Iced tea, just trying to keep Law and Orda. If you ever stepped outside your door. If you wanted to go anywhere or do anything. There they are again making your life miserable, and grinding the bones of the Englishman to bake your bread.
I'm merely guessing but something tells me that we are all missing out on something. Our lives are microcosms of existence, and if we spend so much time thinking about cars there is no way that we couldn't be. If we all could forget about our cars for just a while, maybe we could all find a way to live a little healthier. Maybe take a bike to the store, or to the hairdresser, especially the hair dresser, you come back with so much less baggage, or maybe we could simply breathe a little better. I know that at least we would have more time for the things that really matter in life.
If cars were going to fix all of our problems, don't you think they would have done it already. Give up your car....send it to this address.

P.O. Box 33170
Detroit, MI 48232-5170

Enjoy your new found freedom.

Wednesday, November 4

come on ride the train

Thursday, October 29

I had my show

I had my show.

To those who came, thank you. You made it a huge success.

Friday, October 16


When I was not but a young boy my good friend took me on a week long trip to his grandfathers cabin somewhere out in Pennsylvania's rural mountain camps. We went fishing.

"Wall-eye meets Grouper"

Tuesday, October 13

Dinosaur Underground

Wednesday, October 7

hero post; Pablo Picasso

"It took me a lifetime to learn how to draw like a child".
-Pablo Picasso

Sunday, September 27

dinosaurs in the city

Saturday, September 19

an affinity for birds

It's a freedom we can't share, yes the pigeons will always have the best view of the city. As humans, it is impossible for us to cope with our lives stuck here on the ground. Always striving to jump higher, fly faster, to be as nimble as swallow or soar like a hawk. We fantasies, without even knowing it, about birds.

Birds hold on to a serious section of our collective conscious. It is without a doubt that from our earliest days birds have been around us and within us. Their demeanor is so non threatening. They flutter here and there, conclaves throughout our dreams.

Effortlessly the winged bird glides on a warm swell of air. Tirelessly humans try to harness this same power to no avail.

Wednesday, September 9


This is an oil painting in the style of Giorgio Morandi that I worked on while taking a painting course this summer.The class I took was at Touchstone Center for Crafts. "Touchstone is a unique three-season crafts school in the beautiful Laurel Highlands, only 60 miles southeast of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania."Patrick Daugherty was the instructor. "Patrick has taught painting at the Pittsburgh Center for the Arts for more than 25 years and first taught at Touchstone in 1983. Since 1991 he has been on the faculty of Penn State Fayette, The Eberly Campus. Primarily known for his portraits, his detailed and realistic oil paintings are in numerous corporate, private, and museum collections."The bugs here are hungry for the oils in the paint, most got stuck. I was able to remove the bugs, except for some lost limbs, that looked more like eyelashes from a china doll than legs. Sadly most bugs did not live.


Patrick Daugherty