Poster design

Here’s a poster I put together for an ongoing event this summer. It’s the first word in post-human movie-watching experiences!

Know your Post-Apocalypse Warlords -A Mad Max Villain Anthology

I did a pretty bitchin’ piece on the central villains of the Mad Max movies for the A.V. Club. Check it out!

Collaboration

This is a project I’ve seen various permutations of around the internet and I’ve always really enjoyed the results. My daughter Lulu and I each started a drawing and had the other finish it. Then I colored both of the final sketches in Photoshop. It’s a really satisfying process.

I am a Robot

I am a Fish House

Special Topics in Gameology entry

I have a new illustrated feature up at the A.V. Club. It’s part of a fantastic series on bodies in video games. Go check it out.

The Untold Tales of Flower Petal

Illustrations for TEDx Talk presentation

I was fortunate enough to be able to help my friend, Tom, create a series of illustrations for a TEDx talk he gave on education reform. Tom; Mr. Rad as he’s known by his students, is this year’s Minnesota teacher of the year and doing some amazing stuff.

Check it.

Ryan Smith has an excellent article on the A.V. Club concerning the censorship practices of Apple’s App store; for which I was fortunate enough to provide this illustration.

Go check it out, it’s a super-good essay.

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Iconography Number one

I’ve begun a monthly feature on the A.V. Club where I do a comic based around a notable object from pop culture. The first is up now. Read and be amazed by close-enough-to-be-recognizable-in-context depictions of Indiana Jones and Marion Ravenwood. 

Winter of discontent precedes Spring of discomfort

It was a blessedly warm and spiriting day in Minneapolis today. Staying inside wasn’t even a consideration given the fascist regime of winter, where even a glance outside was met with a crack across the face and a hard admonishment to remain indoors.

But there were still some barriers to enjoying the day to its fullest. Well, for some. The tiny creature on my back, mounted like an Emir in her elephant’s howdah, seemed happily unconcerned.

 

A horror that visits us all

I love this old picture of me, because I think it’s the platonic ideal of a teenager. While the details are era-specific, I think the whole thing communicates the intrinsic state of pubescence since humanity began. I can just imagine some paleolithic kid responding with the same can’t-be-bothered snide look when asked to help cure the mammoth pelt.