Art Brownie Magic

A new series of Art Brownies is coming up, the opening for Magic will be in August.  This is my latest instalment for the miniature art show.
(Acrylic, pencil, wood block.  2 1/2" x 2 1/2" x 1 1/2")

Lab Monkey Number 9

A friend of mine, who is a toy maker, asked me to help him with his logo, stickers and banners for the upcoming Toronto Comicon.  These are his drawings and his designs, I just coloured them up for him and got them ready to print (plus added a few accents of my own!).  You can check out his stuff here Lab Monkey Number 9, and be sure to check out his booth at the Toronto Comicon!

self portrait sketch

Did this quick little sketch of myself a few months back (September?) in my sketchbook.  Was out sketching at a cafe when the person I was sketching suddenly noticed I was sketching them, so I looked away and caught my image in the mirror next to me and decided, why not!  I was taking a different approach to sketching that day and thought it looked kind of cool.  So I scanned it in and thought I'd have a little fun experimenting with it...
(ball point pen, photoshop).

Fiat car commercial

Recently I worked on a miniature set for a Fiat car commercial.  Was hectic so I didn't get too many photos.  Can't wait to see it when it's out!

Chalet

I did this sketch Thursday night, gonna clean it up and paint it up nice.

The Owl

Just recently finished a bookmark design based on a poem.  I may still change a few things, I had originally had in mind an additional scene for the bottom but ran out of time so compromised.  I may update this yet, but for now...

And here is an excerpt of the poem by Taras Shevchenko that was given for the illustration (it's actually pretty long)  So most of my illustration is based on this small part, but I had intentions on referencing some later bits as well such as; there is a maiden waiting in a meadow, the son is taken away for war, the mother becomes an old woman lamenting the loss of her son waiting for his return and in the end SHE is the owl.

The Owl

In a green wooded valley
A mother bore a son;
She gave him eyes most beautiful,
Brows like a benison.
And all the saints the dame besought
That he with luck might live:
"May God's own Mother grant all grace
That mothers cannot give!"
His bath at dead of night she drew
With periwinkles prim;
Till midnight he was cradled soft,
Till dawn she sang to him...