A Chorus of Grackles

While rushing around last weekend, I came across a neighborhood yard sale. I found three eggs cravistans (including this one).  This is the second diorama in this series, and the first theater of several that I’m working on.  This theater hosts The Society of Exclusive Grackles and fits inside the egg. The Grackles shown have assembled to get information and to make a plan.

The audience is listening.


A quick WIP, which is a study for something else.

As a kid, I never understood the purpose of these contraptions (that is to say, these cravistans). This fellow [the egg man] is also from my childhood and is trying to explain it.

He, and his egg shapes, recur.


The Ghoul and the Grackles


I found this tin at Goodwill this weekend. This is a story that’s been in my sketchbook for over a year. I’m having trouble capturing the diorama with my camera tonight, but I think this is good enough. Aside from the poor-ish photos, I’m happy with this one. I like the feeling that there’s on outside contained within the inside of the box. More soon.

Perennial: Libertas


per·en·ni·al adjective

  1. Lasting or existing for a long or apparently infinite time; enduring – his perennial distrust of the media
  2. (of a plant) Living for several years – tarragon is perennial
  3. (esp. of a problem or difficult situation) Continually occurring – perennial manifestations of urban crisis
  4. (of a person) Apparently permanently engaged in a specified role or way of life – he’s a perennial student
  5. (of a stream or spring) Flowing throughout the year


This diorama is inspired by a friend, who is breaking the circle of an “apparently permanently engaged in a specified role or way of life” in a spectacular way.

Libertas is the Roman goddess of liberty. The Statue of Liberty, among other icons, are based on her. She tells us that we are free to make good choices – to choose things that are important and leave paths that no longer lead us where we need to be. We are free to not be enslaved by ourselves or others. This diorama is a reminder to be a fearless, hopeful and supported agent of change.

This is the fastest I’ve finished a diorama – which is exciting. It’s becoming a viable platform for story telling. The above image shows (if you look closely) that the horse really IS in the barn.

To freedom. And having four arms.

Midsummer Night

I’ve carried this tin in my bag for many years. I kept my chapstick, nail clippers and band-aids in it. I think I was working for the muggles when I got it. Or, maybe even Voldemort. I’ve had it for many years, anyway.

I’m trying to not repeat using the same container. For example, I won’t use a Creme de Menthe again. For now, anyway. This week’s Illustration Friday prompt is “Midsummer Night” and that made me think about Venus bathing, only to find her clothes missing. Which made me think about this curiously hawt tin.

I’ve been wanting to use color and please notice that Venus is all one cut-out – her left foot in actually under the water.

Here’s a WIP shot, to show the wonderfully well-worn inside of the tin.

Happy Midsummer Night! Don’t let rascally raccoons steal your clothes.