About a week ago, at the first annual Austin Stink boardgame party, I played a “getting to know you” type game . Everyone submitted a bunch of situations or things and they were drawn randomly from a hat. Each person had to sort the items from most preferable to least preferable while everyone else tried to guess what order they would put them in.

When it was my turn to sort a batch of weird possibilities, one of Nukes’ entries came up: “Being able to transform into a dinosaur.” I failed to put that as my #1 choice and it sparked a heated debate between us. Nukes said something to the effect of “OMG! Dinosaurs are totally rad!” while I laid out a carefully reasoned argument about the consequences of being a dinosaur/human hybrid freak. Well, maybe he had a good argument as well, but this is MY blog.

As a compromise, I made an image to illustrate how awesome it would be. Click on the thumbnail to see it.

I had almost forgotten about this, but there’s an online gallery of all the art I created for one particular client at http://www.terranovachurch.org/gallery/

It’s hard to believe that I generated that much content, but I guess it adds up over the years.

stavros had an idea for a graphic novel involving a woman with a cybernetic arm. I took one of his photos and worked up this piece as a proof of concept.

CLICK HERE for a larger version.

Ryan let me know that one of my logos appeared in a news story in the Montgomery Advertiser.

Sometimes, despite my best intentions, I’ll start work on an image for a client and, rather than creating a useful graphic, art appears on the screen instead.

The three women lived in a slanted camper with one wheel, out by the old baseball field. On certain nights bonfires rose up in right field and small animals would go missing from the neighborhood. On the night the camper burned, Bobby Monroe said he could see faces in the flames, laughing.

We had been warned never to open the gate that separated our back yard from the shores of Elysium.

“Do not play near it, children,” said my mom, wagging her finger. “You should spend your free time at the mall with all the cool kids and study their cool ways.”

Of course, I did not listen.