Insomnia Zombie

I’m finished with winter.

We’ve endured snow on the ground almost every day since the beginning of December, and the time I’ve set aside for winter months has officially run its course. The sunny days and beautiful blue skies will only dupe the senses for so long when the temperature refuses to go high enough to melt the white stuff.

I’m tired of running on a treadmill with my iPod staring at boxes in the basement.

I want to ride my bicycle. On a trail. Outside. In shorts.

I want to walk in the woods.

I want to eat ice cream.

Meet Nick.

He’s trying to be my next postcard image. We’ll see how that goes after he gets some color.

P.S. The horn player’s name is Clarice.

Here’s the finished version of the pumpkin pie sketch I posted last month. I’d like to play a little more with the steam wafting in the air, but the problem I’m running into is creating steam, not smoke. It may stay as-is, don’t know yet. It all depends on how much it really wants to change.

I’ll see what it says.

In the meantime, do you remember the classic throwing-up pumpkin?

Yeah. I think a lot of people do.

And have you ever seen Ray Villafane’s work? Just amazing.

So for Christmas, the present I gave that made the biggest splash was a Web site I built for my husband. He’s a potter, a sculptor and a painter, and the site was designed to showcase his work. The gift included a domain name and perpetual updates. He’s never had a Web site before and was so impressed with the idea that I could have gotten anything I wanted for about a week.

In hindsight, I realize I should have taken more advantage.

He spent the next few days taking new photos of our studio space along with shots of some pottery he had been working on. He also spent a good bit of time looking up information including titles, sizes and exhibit information. Some of the portfolio pieces I had initially marked with dummy text like $priceless and with sizes like really”xbig” which didn’t really fly.

I included a lot of dummy text all over the site. It was meant to be funny on Christmas morning, but then replaced with information my husband was supposed to give me later. And the idea did spur multiple readings and a lot of out-loud laughing, which was the whole point of not using “Lorem ipsum” everywhere.

What I wasn’t ready for was how much he liked that silly dummy text. He liked it so much that he chose to keep the bulk of it on the site. As is. He said if people couldn’t handle his sense of humor, that wasn’t his problem. I protested at first, but eventually gave in, and we ended up keeping all the references to beer and how much his wife totally rocks.

Really, I’m just the designer. Who am I to argue?

This is Space Boy.

I drew him on my napkin at Leo’s Pub & Grille, Mount Pleasant, PA.

He says not all space boys are from Mars.

I originally sketched this little guy one day at work. I thought he was cute.The first version (at the top) was pretty simple, just Robot and his custom-designed ax. I liked him, and I wanted to include him in the book somehow, but he just wasn’t fitting in. Maybe a little too cute.

So I spruced him up a little. Now he’s happy.

I started a massive throwing out of (what is turning out to be) the junk in our office space, and I’m finding out some things about myself as I go.

First of all, until the last few years I didn’t feel I had actually created an illustration until I held it in my hands, so I printed out everything I did, and sometimes in several copies. What, exactly, did I need those for anyway? Now I have a huge stack of illustration pages that are waiting to be recycled sitting illustration-side-down at my printer. The rest are in a box until there’s room on the stack.

Second, my mother typically bought things in relative bulk just because it’s cheaper, especially if whatever it is you’re buying isn’t going to go bad anytime soon (like in your lifetime). The problem I seem have with that theory is the “isn’t going to go bad” part. I bought stuff that wouldn’t go bad physically, but that went terribly bad personally, digitally, stylistically…

• I went and got married in the middle of this career which, of course, is a good thing, except for all the business cards that state otherwise.
• Shortly after I ordered a new batch of promo postcards—and shortly before I received the shipment—we changed from a street address to a post office box.
• Somewhere in the middle of all these things I changed my illustration style.
• And as if that weren’t enough, I also updated both my graphic design and illustration branding.

So domain names and contact information all needed to be updated which now means, along with the old business cards, I need to throw out any old postcards that I could have used as handouts.

I also spent a good bit of money to participate in a directory that the Pittsburgh Society of Illustrators sent out which included giving me a stack of 500 tear sheets of my page to use as self-promotional pieces. With my old name. And old contact information. And old style. Those pages were printed on glossy paper, so I can’t even recycle the backs of them in our printer. Another stack for File 13.

And third, add to all of this the fact that computers and their programs have a half-life of around 13.7 days, so after they’ve sucked in their last breath, you’re the one left holding the coasters. Yes, that says “Windows 95.”

What a waste.

What have we learned?

1. I don’t need to print things out unless I need to.
2. It isn’t necessary to take advantage of printer deals that offer twice as many of something for just $3 more.
3. My husband is stuck with me, if only for the sake of the environment.

This is Giant.

I drew him on my napkin at Dino’s Restaurant in Latrobe, PA.

He doesn’t like when you refer to him as “jolly.”

O.K. I may have gone a little over this time. (Hee hee.) I needed this one scary and creepy, and I think it turned out pretty close. I’m not going to tell you the story this one goes with because it happens to be the punch line, and it would totally ruin the page turn if you already knew.

All I’m saying.