This is a piece I did for Sketchbox, a subscription service that provides artist with monthly art supplies as well as a piece of art from a featured artist.
Charcoal on paper.
This is a piece I did for the City Arts Gallery in San Francisco. It is an 11x11 Ink wash and watercolor on paper.
I wanted to Illustrate my own darker version of Alice and Wonderland, so here it is!
Tulle with skull
Tulle with Skull
This is a piece I made for a graphic novel I am writing and Illustrating.
Done in watercolor and ink on paper.
This is a piece I did for the City Art Gallery in San Francisco. It is ink wash and colored pencil on paper.
Ink wash on paper
This is a piece I did for the City Art Gallery in San Francisco. It is ink wash and watercolor on paper.
Bow and flower arrow
Ink and watercolor on paper.
This is a piece I did for the City Art Gallery. It is Inkwash and colored pencil on paper.
This is an experiment I did one day playing with ink textures.
Portraits of Game of Thrones characters Arya Stark of Winterfell, Brienne of Tarth, and Jon Snow. All are done in inkwash on paper.
I decided to draw these portraits becuase I wanted to hang them up, and I also got to practice drawing many unique textures including fur, body armor, leather, snow, etc.
This is a piece I did for the City Art Gallery in San Francisco. It is 16x 20 ink wash and water color on paper.
Inkwash on paper
Graphite on paper.
Circus Freaks as Fashion Models
This is from a series I did of circus "freaks" modeling for fashion advertisements. All the models are based off real life circus freaks from history.
KooKoo the bird lady is modeling for "KooKoo Chanel" instead of Coco Chanel. It is inkwash and colored pencil on paper.
Schlitzie the pinhead is modeling for “Schlitzie Couture.”
The worlds tiniest lady is modeling for “Valentiny.”
Lobster Boy is modeling for “Clawtier.”
and the three armed woman is on the cover Modeling for “Rogue.”
Rainbow Hair #2
Colored pencil and ink wash on paper.
Illustration for Woman Who Run With Wolves
"There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.
They say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. They say she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. She is said to have been seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. She is said to stand by the highway near El Paso, or ride shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or that she has been sighted walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called by many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, Wolf Woman.
The superstitious call her soul stealer, claiming she weaves a dream catcher to snatch up those who would cross over and cage them in the light of her fire. The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is said to be wolves.
She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montañas, mountains, and arroyos, dry river beds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.
And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.
Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.
So it is said that if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba may take a liking to you and show you something — something of the Soul."