illo-girl in her illo world



Look at me doing my commissions! Good artist!
It's a rainy misty night in San Francisco (a common posting-weather/time-of-day for me, I guess), and I have a frog in my throat. Midnight finds me at my table, drinking hot whiskey and lemon with cayanne pepper, illustrating a diagram for Lauren, who lives in the tiny arctic island of Svalbard, and makes fabric baby slings which she sells on the internet. Colibri Baby

My task? To make simple illustrations that show people of all nations how to use their sling without tying baby upside-down or strangling themselves. I feel this burden to communicate SAFETY.


I just finished another commission too - this one for my brother, the DJ.




This time, the instructions are quite different: a drawing that makes people in a sleepy college town in the central valley want to come out on a Sunday night and dance to whatever the hell my brother wants to play.
The listing of bands in the background there says:



Depeche Mode. We Are Scientists. The Faint. Bloc
Party. Death Cab For Cutie. Franz Ferdinand. Chromeo.
Nate Dogg. !!!. Modest Mouse. Kissing Tigers. David
Bowie. Pulp. New Order. Blur. Joy Division. The
Walkmen. The Strokes. Gorillaz. Interpol.
Fischerspooner. The Rapture. Radio 4. The Killers.
Adult. Death From Above 1979. The Von Bondies. LCD
Soundsystem. Metric. The Cure. Cut Copy. Supersystem.
Gwen Stefani. Kelly Clarkson. Amerie. Client.
Elastica. Mount Sims. Spoon. Whitey. Soulwax. The
Bravery. Clor. Gang of Four. Goldfrapp. Of Montreal.
The Stills.

That's my bro. Always with the eclectic taste. Runs in the fandamnly.
That sort of scanned shittily. How about this:

Picture of my ex-huz.