Wendy's Windigo

The top part, cut off, reads “Comics for Dogs” The dogs are saying respectively “yarp yarp yarp” and “row row row.” 

designers seek the font of youth

Once while walking over a bridge over the Newtown Creek, I was overwhelmed by the smell of nailpolish. 

I drew this after going to see the Whitney Biennial today. In general I was unimpressed by the selection of art I saw, but I suppose it had merit in that it got me thinking about issues inherent in curation. 

Overcast day in the abandoned statuary.

I drew this in response to an NPR call for economics related images: http://npr.tumblr.com/post/19395291667/weve-made-a-bunch-of-minimalist-economics

Robot: Damnit Jane. Our love can never be.

Jane: There must be a way we can make it work. Our love can survive. Don’t quit on me.

Robot: Actually, I am incapable of love. You see, I am a robot.

Jane: No!

She retires to weep. He computes elsewhere, but somewhere deep in the binary code, memories linger.