I'm all about a phat bassline.

I've always loved Ojibwe art, especially by Anishinaabe artist, Norval Morriseau and the Woodland School of Native Art. These drawings borrow a great amount of their iconography and design. All respect intended.

This was inspired by Chinese poet Li Po (701-762 AD):

You ask me why I make my home in the mountain forest,

and I smile, and am silent,

and even my soul remains quiet:

it lives in the other world

which no one owns.

The peach trees blossom.

The water flows.

More bonsai affection.

Thinking of spring. On the west coast the cherry bloosoms are out in March and are so beautiful. Back in Ontario we still have snow, and they have trees full of flowers.

This image was inspired by a poem by Li Po:

The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

Another old image from long ago and a galaxy far, far away.

This is my shrine to Grover. Sesame Street is the axis mundi of my inner spiritual life. It is my alpha and omega. The still point in the sangsara of my existence. OM GROVER PADME HUM! AAAAUUUMMM!!!!

I'm a big fan of taking every opportunity to daydream. It's serious business! In fact, it's what I do best.

Some of my jazz related drawings. Playing with pattern and texture...seeing what I could do with coloured pencils. I'd love to do larger scale paintings of these.

Fun with scratchboard. I love the look of this stuff...great for intense light/shadow imagery. I'd like to work with it more but the little black flecks from the scratching get everywhere!!

Here are a couple of blasts from the past that I still love. I created a series of illustrations having fun with shape and line and decorative elements and not really caring about the end result. Oh, and listening to lots and lots of music.

I saw a great documentary called "Manufactured Landscapes". It was basically about how humans are impacting our surroundings on an immense scale. It kind of bummed me out.

This is just the seed of an idea for a comic. The first page is easy, drawing the whole comic on the other hand....that's something totally different.

The bonsai is a fascinating thing. Growing up I would see cedar trees growing on the side of limestone cliffs and they would be so weather beaten and stunted, yet hundreds of years old. Tenacious little things.

More psychedelic ramblings. The 60's and 70's concert posters from the Filmore, the Family Dog are my favorite examples of psychedelica. Rick Griffin is my hero.

Listening to "Sgt. Pepper's" too many times as a kid has left its mark on me.

I love graffiti. It blows my mind.

Whenever I hear the whole post-modern discussion on "Meta-Narratives" (ie. certain cultural institutions that are perceived as universal truths..or something like that) I always picture a huge, angry robot.

This is how I feel every time I go for coffee at the local "fair trade" coffee house.

Oh the joys of drawing with no destination. Free range thinking.

I picked up their cd while in SA and I loved it. Such a great sound.

More sketchbook wanderings. I drew these after driving by some of the informal settlements in Durban. I realize that people make the best of fairly rough situations, and likely many of the folks living there feel like they are at home, but nobody should have to live in a shack scavenged from junk and other cast off building materials.

This was from my first trip to South Africa. Just some scenes from Durban.

I drew this after I found a used album of Herbie Hancock's "Head Hunters". So good. I never get tired of listening to it.