This is a holiday card I drew that featured a poem written by my stepdaughter Madison, age six. I used this as an illustration self-promo mailing, and didn't get any comments on the illustration, but Madison got plenty of praise for her poem, and for good reason - it's classic.
Here's a fairy
coming here and there
Her name is sausage,
sausage, sausage fairy.
She has a stick with a sausage
and it doesn't have a little star
It has a sausage,
'cause her name is "fairy sausage."
The writing by Sal Cusumano is the best thing about this Staccato Design holiday gift: a tin of kippered herring. I don't know if any of the recipients actually ate them. The bottom photo is of the mailing label.
This is the back cover image I did for Geez 8, the food issue. The concept came from this article by Michael Pollan. He says, "We have succeeded in industrializing the beef calf, transforming what was once a solar-powered ruminant into the very last thing we need: another fossil-fuel machine." Feeding a cow corn grown with petroleum-based fertilizers uses 284 gallons of oil in its 18-month life.
One of several holiday gifts I designed while working at Staccato in Portland. Top shows the box label, bottom shows the contents. Our goal with these projects was to stand out from the typical Christmas cards, and we hoped our somewhat goofy sense of humor would appeal to the recipients. Click to enlarge and read the copy.
I scored this 1965 Life magazine at our office Christmas white elephant gift exchange. The title of this post is the cover headline. I like the classic wipeout on the right of the spread shown. I think skater kids today should start saying things like "too much moxie breeds mayhem in the streets, dude." Click to enlarge.
This is the wall around my fireplace. My ex-boss Tim Cobb gave me the numbers from an old gas station sign. I added a health book cover and a piece made from a flattened Burger King fries package (second from top), along with various art pieces I have made. The bottom piece is a paper and wax collage featuring a bio of an old Quaker named Preserve Brown, not a relative as far as I know.