Gary's Birthday

This is a little drawing I did for my brother's birthday this year. He is a musician and you might notice the guitar and cake influences. And, or course, there has to be at least one space ship. Its the 21st century after all.

Rain Man

I wanted to try something with color on this one. I think I'll go back to black and white. I have just enough of a red/green color blindness that it makes working with color a hit or miss thing with me. I just can't help trying color every once in while.

Steam Powered Chair

Wouldn't it be great to have a nice easy chair that you could take out for a spin on a sunny day? This imaginary prototype offers six forward speeds in a reclined position. The power system uses steam generated by a small nuclear reactor located under the seat. Please be forewarned that special reinforced floors will be required if the chair is to be brought into the house. The lead lining required to protect the occupant from the reactor brings the total weight of the chair up to about 3000 pounds.

Incubator

In Q, In Bee, In Cept, In Q bator. Incubator. Dry science on wheels squeaking. No lemons, no squeezing.

Solar

Appropriate for today I'd say. Maryland is having a rather pleasant warming spell - the big February melt. Mind you, one still has to watch where one steps. But, its mud and not ice that one watches out for. In my drawing the ground appears to have grown legs. I wanted to contrast a living earth to the solar machine above.

Out of the Garden

This little drawing started with an idea to have an area at the top with a figure below excluded from it. That premise led to dealing with man disconnected from nature and the Garden of Eden theme. All that in 4 x 6 inches of incomprehensibility. Oh, I'm so full of big words today! And will any one ever read them but me? It's a question I'm sure a billion bloggers ask every day. Well I for one shall just consider this an online diary - left lying around for anyone to read. Or, no one to read as the case may be. Here's one last thing I was thinking about - Would I rather be called a blogger or a diarist? Maybe it's just me, but blogger is so uncomfortably close to booger. But then again, is diarist too close to diarrhea?

Waiting for the New One

Its all about the birds and the bees, or maybe the cats and the mice.