Is Art Ever Done?



Simple answer to a complicated question…I know

The longer answer is this. An art piece’s completion is completely subjective. It could potentially be done when I cock my head to the right squint my eyes and dim the lights. It can be done, when I’m tired. It can be done when I’m hungry.  It can be done if there is a deadline. But wait…What if there is no dead line? What if the piece is a personal project. Is there an inner deadline?

Yes there is.

It is when you die!

Just kidding.

I’m sure dead artists wouldn’t agree.

I don’t think I ever really complete a drawing. Sometimes it just clicks with that final line. Sometimes it’s missing something edgy and then I go to sleep and wake up with an idea, like adding a creepy insect. At times I begin a drawing and put my wacom pen down knowing I need to give it some final touches the day after. Sometimes it feels like I worked on it for too long. I sucked most of the juice out of it. I ate it up and enjoyed it like a fresh luscious apple and now I want to take the final bite and relax.

I may come back to it after a few days and realize to my surprise that the apple had a few more bites to it after all. But by then, like an old apple. It just needs to be left alone. There are plenty of new apples waiting for me.

So I’m never really done.

And that’s alright.


Maybe she should have black hair.


Ghana gal


Some stories just grab me. This time it was the story of “Boz”. Bozoma Saint John. Currently the chief marketing officer at Uber. And that alone is impressive enough. But there’s so much more about this powerful woman.

Parents from Ghana.

Raised in the US.

Ivy league schools.

Colorful and outrageous.

One of a kind in silicon valley.

Pushing the envelope.

A life story that would make you laugh and cry.

This illustration is inspired by her vibrant personality. I urge you to watch this interview and maybe you’ll be in awe of her like I was.

This is the second illustration in the patterns collection and Iv’e got more up my sleeves. Available on my Society6 Shop.






Indigenous ideas


Do you ever get an idea and it won’t relax until you give it your attention?

Well I get those.

They usually manifest as images and they sit on the shelves of my mind waiting. Some are shy. They sit on the folds my grey matter for days and weeks and sometimes even years. Waiting. They have stamina. They’ll wait for me as I go on through life busily and every now and again whisper a reminder.

Others are eager and relentless. They usually burn like a flame. They have to be created here and now. If I don’t have time or wait too long they go somewhere else and when I finally check up on them they are gone. Split while I slacked off. If I take them off the shelf in time and tend to their beckoning when I’m not ready, the results are sloppy and they leave me for a more equipped host.

There is only one way of getting it right with these fickle ideas.

I must tend to them quickly and fully. When I do we’re both beautifully happy.

This idea was of the burning kind. It simply had to be put on digital paper as soon as possible. I enjoyed it immensely.

Elizabeth Gilbert talks about this creative process in her wonderful book “Big Magic”. I thought the book depicts the creative process amazingly.


You can buy this print and many more products on my page on Society6.


Yoga Salutation


This is an illustration based roughly on a picture of yours truly…rockin’ the crow!

I remember my first yoga class. It was an Ashtanga practice. I didn’t know what it meant, but I tip toed in…and with as little noise as possible lay down my mattress. The instructor was a strict elderly lady. Dressed in black. She recited the poses in a flat voice with an exotic accent I couldn’t place. I did my best to get it right without making a fool of my self. I looked at the other students who knew the poses by heart. They giggled and danced from one pose to the other in elegance, while my muscles screamed and shook. They were more flexible than I was. They were stronger than I was. But I kept coming back. I saw it as an opportunity to get in shape. It fit my time schedule. But the thing I remember most about the experience was that after the class. I could do one particular human task better than I could before.

I could breath.

The practice was about breath driving motion and it was the first time I was conscious of how flat my everyday breathing was. I spent a whole day at work in the doing and fussing and stressing and did very little breathing and very little being.

Being? what are you talking about?

I’m talking about taking a pause to notice where I am. I’m talking about listening to birds. Looking at a tree. Feeling the wind. I’m talking about paying attention to the current moment instead of hurrying off to the next moment or thinking back on a moment which is already gone. Eckhart Tolley explains it better than I do.

Fast forward to ten years later. After a  mini midlife crisis, I signed up to a course to become…drums please. A yoga teacher. Specializing in Ashtanga.


Well It grew on me. I haven’t been a diligent yogi for years. I did other stuff.

I ran. I walked. I jogged. I swam. I did Pilates. I even indulged in Aerobics. On occasion I randevued with yoga. And I tried them all. Almost!

Hata yoga. Power yoga. Iyengar yoga. I met a fit muscular male instructor who demonstrated impossible poses in beginner classes in front of a drooling group of girls. I met a loving female teacher who talked for an hour about femininity before beginning a short ten minute practice. I met a serious Igenger teacher who made me use any and every prop in the storage room to reach the perfect pose. They were all good. But I always came back to Ashtanga. The fast paced yoga worked best for me. It was centered on breath and when ever I came out of an Ashtanga yoga class I was in awe at how light I felt afterward. I thought I came for the workout but I stayed for the air. And It dawned on me that there was something about Yoga, There was something about it I needed desperately in my life.

I loved the year long course and it gave me a few new aspects to ponder, which were previously missing from my life.


1. Could I actually become a yoga teacher?

I gave it a try and it felt amazing. I volunteered to teach an adult special needs class. I taught children’s yoga at a center for troubled teens. There was great energy and uplifting in it, but the enthusiasm which was sparked like a flame died out very quickly. I decided it wasn’t for me just yet. Maybe later.

2. Is yoga more than a breathing hack for me?

Yoga is so much more than a “how to”. Yoga is a way to be in touch with the physical machine which is my body. It’s a way to become completely present at the current moment, if I allowed it. I put my feet flat on the mattress and placed my mind aside for the hour and a half of the practice. I used breathing to bring my attention to center, and if my mind found it’s way back to me. And it always did. I just tried again by utilizing my breathing. Or in yogi tongue  – ujjayi breath. (It’s a deep loud focusing inhale and exhale to get you back on track(. Two main things happen if you keep doing that. One – you get focused on the NOW and calm down. The day goes away. You and your trouble goes away. The second thing that happens is that you oxygenise your whole system in the process. There are many more things which occur and I’m not even talking about reprogramming your nervous system. But These two were key for me.

3. What’s the connection between yoga and spirituality?

Well heck. I came to deepen my understanding of the practice, not indulge in Buddhism. But as the days went by I was hooked. I studied Indian philosophy and meditation techniques. Introducing meditation to my mornings coated my life in a shield of calmness. I read books and listened to lectures and talks about Oneness, Ananda, Brahaman and deep consciousness. I listened in fascination to the story of Prakriti and Porusha and coming out of suffering through yoga. I read Patanjali and the eight Sutra’s. And more and more and more. I’m still learning. I begin almost every morning with standing yoga asanas and a ten minute meditation. Not every practice is perfect. I’m not always focused enough, or strong enough or flexible enough. Sometimes I miss a day or two or even a week around the holidays. But I always come back, Like a stubborn salesman. I know It’s a never ending practice. I know I’ll never get it all done.

I love it.



Bedtime Warrior



It’s 21:55. She reads them five books. Fetches two glasses of water. Walks the big one to the bathroom and stroks the little one’s back. She soothes and sings and plays and cooes and begs and chants and prays and finally…Finally.


They fall asleep. Children are so adorable. And even more so when they are sleeping. She sits herself down in front of the TV or a book or a blank wall and chills for a moment.

It has been a looooong day.


a subtle noise alerts her attention. It comes from the upper bedroom. Tiny, swooshing, hardly even there, brushing against the carpet, tiptoeing of two pairs of naughty naughty feet?!



I made a portrait for my great and talented Friend . She’s an amazing, super creative, talented and funny mother of two similarly amazing daughters. Her name’s Avital and she has a great blog and a beautiful collection of illustrations.

I looked for a color pallet for reference and found A portrait of Empress Maria Alexandrovna by Franze Xaver an amazing 19 century German Artist. I loved his soft color schemes and gentle style.

I was also inspired by Serge Biralut aka Papaninja. A contemporary artist who creates the funniest sexiest images I have ever seen.


Bedtime warrior sketch

Here’s a wip

Here’s the beautiful lady herself…See some resemblance? Maybe a little? I  hope so.



Antler Beast

It’s a deer…It’s a beetle…It’s a giraffe?…No!

It’s a Gireetledeer Camelopardalis from the Cervidae family.

Yes it is. Thank you Wikipedia.


He makes a few appearances in the story I’m writing. He has no name.


Double pupils to see better in the dark 🙂



Here’s a little gif to show the process


Beautiful beast references.

Eve time

It’s dark and so is Eve.

All I wanted to do on a lazy autumn Saturday was to draw like old times . It’s been awhile and my sketch book had a few last pages. My daughter was kind enough to play on her own for a few minutes at a time. Between a batch of minutes here and there I sketched Eve. A character on my work in progress novel.


Last night I painted her in Photoshop and became so engaged in the process, I ended up staying up until 2 AM.

Putting her on paper in color or rather in monochrome was so helpful. Imagine getting a description of what someone ate for dinner. Then imagine being served that dinner. Two different experiences. That’s how it felt for me. Describing vs illustrating. I know her better now.

I’ll write her better now, which means I must draw all the characters in my book as soon as possible. There are a few more and more coming.

I want to illustrate all the creatures for that matter.

And all the main scenes.

And write in between.

Yeah…I could do that.


Can you guess some of her characteristics?


A course in curls


I’m apprenticing at the studio of an amazing teacher. I’ve taken on this course without really knowing what I was getting myself into. I just signed up thinking it’ll be pretty cool to be in that school. Maybe it was a resume thing. I wanted to buff it up. So it worked for a while, I was a superficial student for the first couple of years.

My junior years.

After the third year, like in Academia . It was time to specialize and then it got pretty serious. The teacher was pretty ruthless. I got no slack. Even when I wanted to relax and give my self a break, she never let me off the hook. There was no cheating, faking, or playing games in her classes. That was when she gave me the very best lessons.

I came into that course thinking I knew a thing or two about the material, but I learned that I knew nothing at all.

I learned to be present.

I learned about humility.

I learned about being patient.

I learned to put my ego aside.

I learned I can change my mind as much as I want.

I learned that I have a lot to learn.

I learned to suck at things and own it.

I learned that it’s OK to make mistakes.

I learned to think before I speak.

I learned that I have a happy place.

I learned that it’s fun to dance and sing in public.

I learned that being a mom is a spiritual practice.

Aora’s begining






Around 21:30 the house fell silent. Nothing is more pleasing to me lately than those quiet hours. I used to be so tired in the past. I guess I slept enough for a while. these days I’m vibrant as a vampire when the city rests.

It was time for some fun, but not in the bloody sense. Just geeky stuff.

Beginnings are so exciting. Aren’t they?. The middle is a bit muddled. So this post is refreshing for me in the sense that I found it so pleasing to quickly illustrate this character. To enjoy the beginning of the creative process which depicts the actual contrast of what it represents.

I’m in the midpoint of a novel I’m working on. half done and half more to go. The main character is Aora. She is a work in progress. It’s so fun to describe a character in words, when I’m so used to describing in color and form.

This girl is inspired by the looks of the beautiful Marina Nery. I sketched her in pencil first, just to get the feel of her. Color was done in Photoshop. The process began in a speed painting in my standards. by 23:30, 2 hours later I was happy to put my Wacom pen down and complete a “wip” version of my main character’s face. A few weeks later I came back and sat down to give her more attention and more detail.

This is a little sneak preview of my inner world. I love books. I love getting wrapped in a good story. I love science fiction. I love fantasy. I love dystopia. I love evolving with new ideas. I love a good journey. i’m on a journey here, venturing into a whole new realm.

There will be more work in progress art of this yet to be completed book as it comes along.

It’s gonna be fun.





BubbleGum Character Macot


Designing character Mascots is a long winding process. The race to the finish line is full of sketching and going back and forth.


The brief can be an endless list of character traits , style, properties or what ever the client has a vision for. The end result is symbolizing the brand successfully. The process is the incubation period and the result is a cute little baby mascot. All shiny and new, ready to represent and reflect what it’s company stands for.


Sketching the first shapes and colors, the inspiration was from water creatures and balloons.


And then after a bit more exploring and doodling. It looks like we found her.


And then we get more specific and add variations, expressions and poses.


After the emotions are approved, comes the time to bring in the big guns. Maya and Photoshop combined. There you have it. A new Mascot is born!


I hope you like the process of my bubble girl. I sure had a blast.