January 22, 2017 0

Cat Card

By in Nora the cat, sketches, watercolor, watercolour

A birthday card for a friend, with some cats painted on it in watercolours. I don’t think I’ve posted this yet.

January 17, 2017 0

Rank the Prank

By in digital, self-promotion, sketches, storyboards

Finally able to unveil them. I’m completely thrilled.

Please check out some of the concept drawings I made for the TV show RANK THE PRANK, now playing on the BBC, BBC Canada, and Nickelodeon.


January 16, 2017 0

Blue Doodles

By in ballpoint pen

Some doodles done at my friend’s place, with her blue roller pen. Horsies! Kitties! A dude!

December 22, 2016 0

Coloured Pencil Things

By in cats, color, Coloured Pencils, heads, pencil, sketches, women

December 8, 2016 0

Mystery Package

By in ruttan's place, sketches

You never know what you’re going to find if you go out your front door. Just outside was an Amazon package.

I checked the address to make sure it had been delivered to the right place. It had. It’s the day before my birthday. What the heck was this?

Opening it up revealed a lot of those pillowy packing things, but I’m still not sure what’s inside.

OMG, it’s a pad of sexy high-class drawing paper!

Mr. Boggedy has to check the box, for security and cat reasons.

It took me a long time to get the plastic bag off.

Turned out it was a birthday thing from my old pal, Todd Kealey, in Ottawa! Wow. Thanks Todd!

December 8, 2016 0

Star Wars, etc.

By in black and white, color, heads, paintings, Portraits, sketches, watercolor, watercolour, women

Posting various sketches I’ve been doing. Mainly to do with the new “Star Wars” movie, which I finally saw, and “Emma” by Jane Austen.

Star Wars had some pleasant new characters, but it was basically a rehash of the same old plot. I mean where did they find the time and materials to build a totally new planet-sized space station between this and the last movie? In Montreal, it takes years just to repair a road.


I should be watercolouring more, since this is the season when people buy things, and I need the money, but have found it very tough to get inspired. Doing these things with the watercolour pencils is helping me get inspired. Plus, this woman’s voice in her youtube tutorials is very soothing.

December 8, 2016 0

Heater Cat

By in cats, Jack's House of Cats, ruttan's place

I fancy that Mister Boggedy looks sad on the heater alone, since his sister passed away. He’s not on great terms with Nora the little black and white cat, but both of them seem to treat me as a large, incredibly ugly and inept mother cat.

December 2, 2016 0

Doot Doot

By in color, digital, heads


Feeling uninspired, which might be clear from this image. But at least my digital technique is getting better. Things seem to go up and down. I should really be doing watercolours, but I need better self-motivation.

November 21, 2016 0

First Snow

By in montreal, ruttan's place


My nice neighbour Sylvie is trying to coax a little declawed cat out from under a front porch around the corner. Unfortunately, she’s doing this by rapping with spoon on a closed can of cat food.

I think she’d do better with opening the can, leaving it a little distance away from the gap under the porch, and waiting quietly for the creature to come out. Mr. Boggedy was stuck under a back yard terrace when he was a young and stupider cat, and he only came out after dark.

I shovelled my own and the neighbour’s steps. There’s a nasty layer of ice under the snow, which was hard to get off.

Meanwhile, there are a lot of bikes chained to posts. Some of them falling over. I’m afraid they’re going to be turned into twisted scrap metal when the little snowplow tanks come whizzing by.

November 16, 2016 0

Dangerous Predator

By in cats, color, digital, paintings


November 16, 2016 0

Nora ye Catte

By in cats, color, digital, Nora the cat, Portraits, sketches


November 16, 2016 0

BOO by Neil Smith

By in Book Reviews

Boo Cover Image

Finished the book BOO by Neil Smith. It’s a bittersweet fantasy story about childhood, getting over pain, and forgiveness.

A little boy wakes up in the afterlife, a mysterious place where everyone is the same age as he is. The tone is gentle; for me it’s an improvement over Smith’s book of short stories BANG CRUNCH, which seemed show-offy and brassy.

The thing about BOO is that it really captures the feeling of what it must be like to be a shy, outsiderish, brainy boy with hidden aches. The book explores the rules of this “heaven,” Boo’s relationships with those around him, and his quest to be at peace.

November 16, 2016 0

Large-eyed Girl

By in digital, sketches, women


November 14, 2016 1

A Montreal Moment

By in montreal, ruttan's place

I have a middle-aged neighbor named Michel, who lives across the way here on rue de Rouen. Yesterday afternoon, when I was lugging my bike down my front stairs, he beckoned to me, and crossed the street, wanting to talk.

I was headed off to Expozine, the November book, comics and alternative art fair. But he had a question for me.

Since I spoke English, I must know something about Leonard Cohen, the poet and songwriter who had recently died, right? Then what did these lyrics mean? With a little fiddling, he brought them up for me on his smart phone.

“But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya”

(You have to imagine this conversation in his French, with a little English, and my very bad French.)

So, what was happening here, he asked. Love is positive, right? So why was someone in love shooting his lover? And what did “outdrew ya” mean?

With expressive hand gestures, I conjured duels to the death, and scenes from cowboy movies. “Draw” meant pull your gun. “Outdrew” meant you pulled your gun and shot faster than the other person.

He looked puzzled. How did love involve shooting? I came up with the image of Cupid’s arrow. The biggest hurdle was to explain how love wasn’t always a totally positive situation. A relationship can involve conflict.

I think he understood. He slapped me on the back, and thanked me for making things clear. I was glad I was able to do that. Talking together, we were waving hands around, and practically shouting. I wondered what the neighbours thought.