Have been crushed by work. Its that time when everyone understands the year is about to end...and they need to get all the work they have shelved for most of the year...done. And we get it...and would love a bit more time to do the quality we want...but hey. It gets done. We all survive. Just with a little less sleep.

Will need to take a day or so off the Memento Mori drawings to work on some Tikis for the Museum of Glass. They are doing a 2300˚ event featuring the famous King Kukulele, and the musical feature will be Fisherman's Vibraphonic Tiki Orchestra--to everyone's delight. The tiki that the Museum is looking for should stem from the Easter Island heads versus the textury fun tikis that inspire folks like Shag etc. There was a cool show in London, the London Luau earlier this year featuring tikis that was a cool starting place. Room to move...and post Momento MOri, there is def a body of work in these guys too. There is a Saint Patrick's day illustration in the mix too. Maybe a little illustrative typography a la Tim Biskup woven with shamrocks and stuff. No leprechauns. A feminine illustration for the LPGA and 2300˚ using golf balls and a Motown musical reference (thats a head buster...I may go fluffy with that). So, I will be posting some of the sketches for your reading and looking pleasure.

Speaking of illustration, check out this month's Thanksgiving Mad Magazine. Our pal Richard Williams truly outdoes himself with the traditional Rockwell image of grandma and grandpa at the table with the turkey...only problem is that their guests are Nichol Richie, Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and Brittney Spears all embracing their signature sins (drink, children, nudity, etc). Now that I know Richard, his work sparkles with his wit and technique...the job he did was glowing and beautiful. So run to your newsstand. Mr. Williams awaits on the face of MAD.

House of Health has been fun. There is this new breed of Russian Lady. They are the waterwalkers. These ladies gather in one lane of the lap swimming pool. There may be as many as three ladies together. They are neat and tidy and have these lovely, sparkling water shoes on their feet and they chat and walk up and down the lane for twenty minutes or so. Up and back, back and forth. Some of these ladies have a tough time walking and moving outside of the aquatic environment. In the water they are graceful and happy. It takes the passion and intensity of the superswimmers down--as they are there, having a nice chat, keeping a dry hairdo--but moving and getting a bit more flexible in the wonderful medium of the water in the pool. the superswimmers have a passion and intensity that I love watching as these are folks that do not kid around. There are wonderful tattoos on the superswimmers from flora to a lovely bouquet of keys on one individual. There are goggles and caps...the nicest cap which is a pearly, white/silver from another planet. I am thinking there is a series of pictures of swimmers with caps and goggles...tight crop --portraits to really define it...of all sorts of people. Maybe call the body of work, "Bathing Beauties". Nice creamy mats. Cool palette using a bunch of semi off, acid-y colors.

Need to get plans squared away before Tgiving. We are off the join the clan don the Burg. Primantis in order. Tom promises something rootsy on the Northside. The cousins will convene. We will deliver 80% of the Christmas presents too. Rolling Rocks and Iron City awaits. Yikes!

Enough of this rambling. Need to do some file correction and a little research on CD sleeve production.