2021 Monster Month: Makin’ It Rain

You ever wonder where those random rain showers come from that even the weather people didn’t predict?

 

I bless the rains down in Africa.

 

Colored pencil in a sketchbook.

2021 Monster Month: Birds of a Feather…

…flock together!

Hey, if you find a group to hang out with that you get along with, hang out with them!

 

Sing with me now – “One of these things is not like the other…..”

 

Traditional ink drawing in a sketchbook, colored in Photoshop.

2021 Monster Month: The Box

Welcome to day 1 of this year’s MONSTER MONTH!!!! After two years since the last one, did you miss it?

So, this being the first day, I thought I would gingerly let the first one out of the box without causing you too much fright. It is certainly nothing as horrendous as what Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt once found in a box, so you can breathe easily. Rest assured, you and the kiddies will likely enjoy (most of) what is to come this month.

 

No bright lights, never get it wet, and never feed it after midnight.

 

Ink and black Prismacolor pencil from my sketchbook.

Necking

The birds, but no bees. Bees would just get in the way.

 

Schmoopies.

 

Ink and watercolor in a brown paper sketchbook.

Arrrrr!

Today be the official “Talk Like a Pirate Day.” So, shiver your timbers, yo ho ho, and swab those decks, but just be sure you are doin’ it in a high-pitched squeaky voice like these here pirates be doin’.

 

Sailing the seven seas can be tough when your foe has nine lives.

The Jug Band

“Swing your partner round and round, kick ’em in the knees and throw ’em to the ground!”

Wait, that can’t be right.

 

They’d really sound good if they were each playing the same song.

 

A pencil sketch from my sketchbook. Might be fun to one day develop this a bit more and make a nice traditional watercolor painting out of it.

Bird Hunting

When I was a kid, in the fall my dad would pack us up into our faux wood-sided station wagon and drive us up to New Hampshire where we’d enjoy the fall colors of the region while he traipsed through the woods with friends as they would go bird hunting. We enjoyed lots of tasty meals from those trips that consisted of pheasants, woodcocks, and once even a goose! Good memories.

 

Don’t worry, that gun won’t shoot anything. It’s made of ink.

Serious Malarky

Some days it’s appropriate to just remain serious.

 

Survival of the snazziest.