yesterday is a fortune teller


yesterday is a fortune teller with blood on her hands / ink painting on found paper / 6 x 9 inches / the blank inside title page from an old book

Lately, I’ve been thinking about time, about how to make it, or gain on it, when it constantly conspires against you. We all dream of getting up earlier or staying up later, of going to the gym and getting fit or writing some novel over lunch. But there’s a reason the marine ranks are made of children.

The Four of Cups features prominently in a scene from Blood Meridian; it is the card chosen by the Kid, reflecting his divided nature.

the handsome devil


the handsome devil; an original ink drawing with crayon and coffee touches; 8 1/4 x 11 3/4 inches.

an old drawing, used ages ago as a barely noticeable screen on a back cover, which I pulled from a drawer and resurrected with coffee, colour and handwriting. i like his rugged anti-ness, his charm that would be nothing but trouble.

sent a new tinyletter out into the world yesterday; this one’s about the advantages of being malleable (or at least not standing up too straight).

making many drawings and little collages on rust paper lately, as well as much tinting in coffee and food dye. the next fat goose is in november, and I’d like to have some new and interesting things for people. will show some here soon.

Lemmy Caution


it’s my only weapon against fatality / an original ink and wash drawing on book paper / 8 3/8 x 11 inches

Lemmy Caution is the hard-boiled detective from a range of European film noirs, although his most known (and strangest) role is the 1965 Jean-Luc Godard film Alphaville, which placed Caution in a dystopian science fiction setting where he matches wits with a HAL-type of supercomputer. It’s a trip.

come by my table on saturday afternoon


These are some of the fifty-five library card art pieces I’ll have for sale at my table this Saturday afternoon at the Made in Canada Etsy + Fat Goose Craft Fair (Grant Hall, Queen’s, 10-4). Original artworks on vintage library cards, $10 each or 3 for $20, packaged for gift giving (they’re great to tuck into birthday cards), these work both as bookmarks or miniature paintings to frame in their own right.



I’ll also have cigar-tin stories, copies of my books, and a great selection of various mixed-media artworks, all of it priced at $20 and $30. Get out of the house, go for a walk, enjoy the day and come home with an original work of art –– all for the price of a (cheap) pair of pants. My table is cash-only but at least the bills are small.

cigar-tin story – “Draycott”


cigar-tin story – Draycott  / /  an original painting on a dessert cigar tin which contains an accordion booklet of an original short story

Draycott is the story of bus ride out to the edges. You can hear it here.



I used to number my cigar-tin stories but at some point (around the 180 mark, I think?), between selling online and in-person, I lost track and couldn’t keep them straight. So now I just label them by the story, even though some stories might appear in two or three different tins over time (I probably have about 60 published stories and another 100 unpublished stories to choose from).





I find it easier to sell these in person, when I can put the cigar-tin story into someone’s hands and explain to them that they’re holding a one-of-a-kind, original art object, something priced to work as a highly unique collectible or gift.


The online aspect is still a real struggle. I keep thinking that I’m going to reach some magical point where I’ve put in enough hustle and I’ve reached a large enough audience and I’ve won enough customers (or even patrons) that it will all go on autopilot and I’ll only have to worry about producing enough work … but that never happens. And all I can do is keep working.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet. ~ Lord of the Flies, William Golding




library card art pack no. 16 / three original ink drawings on vintage library cards

Yesterday was one of those longest days; my perspective collapsed over lunch and continued to go into freefall until I simply capitulated at bedtime. I didn’t so much go to sleep as try to consign the day to unconscious blackness.

Even so, I’m not one of those people who wish away the bad times. Certain internal disintegrations are all but inevitable – the only sure way to avoid them is to either be constantly high or two years old – and you might as well step into it and get some housecleaning done.

And perhaps tomorrow will be better. Regardless, no one is keeping score, and we’re all just dragging around our own corpses anyway. Have a good week, everyone!

How to Die from Graphic Design


How to Die from Graphic Design (in Ten Easy Steps)

An original art book, soft cover, perfect bound, full-colour throughout, 7 x 7 square format, 42 pages.

Essential reading for graphic designers or anyone thinking about studying graphic design: a step-by-step guide to the slow but steady poisoning of your artistic ambition and the eventual death of your creative self! Tongue-in-cheek? Perhaps. First and foremost this is an art book, filled cover to cover with my own original artwork in every media.


I made this little book at the end of a ten-month leave (without pay) from my graphic design job – a leave where I found myself doing far more graphic design than I intended (or wanted). Things devolved to the point where I could only think of graphic design as a kind of insidious killer, like stress or waterborne microbes or the spouse who pretends not to hear your cries for help from the bottom of the basement stairs (and instead turns up the volume on Madame Butterfly).


Of course I’m having some fun here, describing a creative profession as a kind of long-form suicide, but at the same time I find it pretty rich that people who want to make a living from the power of their visual imagination are drawn into the very industry that will (with the notable exception of those at the very top of the pyramid) ruthlessly crush anything original or experimental in its path.


All of the artwork is my own –– painting, drawings, illustrations –– with some unwitting spot contributions from my five year-old daughter, Oona.


I have nine copies of this book. The first six orders will come with an art-map poster (a poster folded like a map) of the back cover artwork, a photographic print of one of the interior artworks, and an original piece of library card art for use as a bookmark. The next three orders will come with an art-map poster of one of the interior artworks, a photographic print of one of the back cover artwork, plus an original piece of library card art for use as a bookmark. All copies are signed.



If you want the book only, you can find it on Amazon or Blurb.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some graphic design work to do.