My brother Jonathan has an online podcast that features the goings-on in the Aurota Club, a virtual nightclub where the master-of-ceremonies, The Fat Man hosts an evening of live jazz. When the Aurora Club put together a 'greatest hits' CD for I-tunes, Jonathan needed album art and. seeing as all band members are anonymous, I did this picture of a shadow-concealed band, one that may - or may not - be the fabled virtual jazz quartet.
A few sory board panels for a mummy movie I started writing. Long before Steve Sommers (also of Minnesota) wrote and directed not one but two Mummy movies, this (as the panels suggest)were more in the forties "bit of a romp" style than Mr. Sommer's films.
Cute little guy.
Get it? get it?
The evolution of a doodle. Started deawing Lucy VanPelt, made her counting money and decided to put her in the gun sights of an off-camera James Bond. Funny, but I hear this was the original plot for the first PEANUTS Christmas special.
Bizarre.
Face it, every boy grows up eventually.
When I drew this it seemed that every facet of the Batman saga was being exploited in every way, shape and form. Comics featuring the Joker, Robin without Batman, Batman in the twenties, Batman in the future... It seemed everyone from Gotham City had a book except Bruce Wayne's aunt. 
A storyboard panel I did to promote Monster Rally, wherein a motorcycle cop investigates a car crash... only to make a grisly discovery...
A doodle of a woman I saw on a tv news report
Who doesn't love animals acting like people acting like animals?!
This little guy was designed, more than anything, to appeal to my older son when he was a little kid.
Following the success of the many Muppet movies it was decided that Big Bird should have his own flick and hence the movie"FOLLOW THAT BIRD" hit theaters. Above is a sequence from my version of the film SLAUGHTER THAT BIRD! wherein Ernie quells his appetite and rids the neighborhood of one of its bigger, bumbling residents in one swoop.
I had an idea for a funny anti-hero who, after being left with a skull-like visage (and a metal jaw reminiscent of the Tin Man's) he donned a sombrero and roamed the Mexican desert, answering to the name 'Mister Senor'. While he was at it he should've learned a little Spanish.
At the University of Minnesota I was a member of the ATO fraternity and every Monday evening we actually put on jackets and ties for our 'house meeting'. For some reason I can't explain now, I had campaigned and been elected as 'Worthy Usher', a lofty title for a position that entailed the sole duty of answering the house phone during the meeting and taking messages. Dutifully armed with paper and pen phone calls were few but the doodles I made were plentiful. The sketch above was my point-if-view from my chair, as I awaited the telephone's ring. Note the nifty wingtips.
