Book Cover Art for "The Ultimate Prophecy," by Jacqueline Kojikian

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Carlos and I worked together this weekend to come up with a design for the author of The Ultimate Prophecy, Jacqueline Kojikian. Jacqueline is a good friend, a loving mother, successful lawyer, and now, a published writer. What can’t this woman do? Congrats Jacqueline!

Check out the Kindle version of the book here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Ultimate-Prophecy-ebook/dp/B0076C7P8U%3FSubscriptio…

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A Sketch of Barley at 10 Weeks

Watercolor and Ink 

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Sorry, more Barley pics. I gotta watch him so I might as well draw him, too. 🙂 Thanks for understanding.


Un-Planned Puppy Parenthood.

It’s almost been a month since my last post, which can only mean one thing… I got a puppy. According to Klout.com, all 3,000 people within my network knows I got a puppy, but if you really saw this thing you’d understand. Anyway, world, let me introduce you to Barley (for the millionth time, and it won’t be the last):

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So that’s when he was 9 weeks old, at the vet, a few days after we brought him home from the breeder. He had a clean bill of health, and the adventurous little spirit of a HUGE FUCKING DOG despite the fact that he barely weighed 6 lbs. At the time of writing (a week later), he has almost doubled in size. More pictures to come.

Anyway, so what does this have to do with getting my personal MFA? Apparently, a lot. Given that I have succumbed to the fact that I sometimes have a hard time taking care of myself, having a puppy these last two weeks has really put me to the test of understanding my own limitations and my capacity to love another living creature. Sounds trite, right? OK, I’ll admit having a puppy is nowhere NEAR the commitment of having a kid, for example, but the emotional maturity needed is arguably comparable. I’m not saying I developed maternal instincts overnight, but waking up at 6am, poring over puppy training, nutritional, and obedience guides, while cleaning up poop from the back of my car and locking myself out of the house is truly a test of patience. (This is all happening.)

For whatever reason, maybe due to sleep deprivation, I feel like this growing capacity to care for another is significant to my art- and despite not having enough time in the day to paint right now, I think this experience is crucial for me to understanding my own range of emotions. At this risk of sounding even more emo than I already do, I’ll just end this by saying… Barley, you’re going to make me a better artist. I know it. Just stop pooping everywhere.