Genghis Con at the Screw Factory

Just a quick note to say I will have my studio open on the 2nd floor of the Screw Factory during the 6th annual Genghis Con. I’ll be there from 2-4:30pm (possibly longer). Not selling anything comic related, but I have  4 copies left of the 1st edition of my book, and lots of paintings! It is a good way to come see my art in person if you haven’t yet. I have been working from home since February, so it has been nice to be back in there lately just for meetings and parties.


The event goes until 7pm and will showcase some rad guys like John G. and Derf.


Last Night in Cleveland

I was kind of distracted talking to people and didn’t take a lot of photos of the work, but here are some from the opening reception for “Illustrious”. It’ll be up through the end of the month at Wall Eye Gallery. Lots of comics to read and posters to see! You can read a little interview over here at

Here is my stuff…

Me and pal Veronica. Everyone thinks we’re sisters when we go out…

some of the graphic novel by Derf about his friendship with Jeffrey Dahmer. Quite interesting!

Gina agrees. I think I need to get this shirt next time I’m down at the shop inside Wall Eye Gallery…

John G’s contribution can be seen here

Also really liked Jake Kelly’s fake movie posters. Here is one…

Derf, John G, Jake and I are some of the artists included in the exhibition that Sustainable Love Corporation has put together called “Notes From The Cleveland Underground”, and it’s happening in Cologne, Germany! My first time showing in Germany. It’ll take place here. Yay!

I’m a Painter, Not a Historian

I get a lot of emails from people asking about the “historical characters” that I “base the portraits on”. Or they ask me if there is a Wiki entry, or book on the person I can point them to, as obviously I have quite a bit of knowledge on these subjects and study them often. Then they also ask where exactly in Europe some of these counties or locations are, and have I ever been there? Some people seem to get worked up about it too, because when I tell them it is all fake they are convinced they knew of this or that person so it can’t be made up, they even went on a group tour of their residence in England! Infidelity, eccentricity, egomania, crime, bizarre and horrible deaths, none of this is unique to anyone in society with money — not even today. Perhaps because of these common themes, it takes time for these people to realize they’ve been had; this is why I try to insert humor or ridiculous circumstances into my biographies more and more.

I guess it means that I am a pretty convincing liar that I can have people believe that these were ever real people, with real lives, in real locations. Although when I don’t get credit for the writing part, I do get miffed a bit that I spent so much time on something that people assume I lifted from a history book! The question then gets posed if I’ll ever do a comic book, but I hate doing anything sequential — doing hand-drawn animation projects at CalArts killed any desire to do ever again. I went nuts! But, I would love to someday finally publish a quality book of all my portraits with their family trees, maps and crests in full glory. Anyone wanna publish it,  fund it, or get Kickstarter involved somehow? Anyone?

I’m very excited I finally came up with a bio for this chicky-poo portrait! She’s kinda mean and has bad taste in decor. It also made me realize the math is a little off when it comes to some of my family trees I have created for my portraits. This week I actually had the calculator, a costume history book, and all my scribblings out trying to correct it so that it made sense. I had a few goofs, like people who had become grandparents at age 6 and stuff. Glad no one noticed!

Nayanna of Alia, Countess of Luc, (1527-1586)
11×14 inches
The chance to marry “well” came thanks to the lucrative family lumber business, and two uncles who served as tutors to a succession of royal children. Marrying the second Earl of Luc and becoming mistress of Barrole Hall, she had a son – fulfilling her expectation. The countess conducted her life autonomously; the earl was hardly to be found, a ghost moving in the background of her life while he hunted, traveled, and philandered. While she kept the chattels of Barrole Hall in tact, her additions to the home became a triumph of original bad taste. The madness of her egomania revealed itself in mixes of Oriental, Greek, Venetian renaissance, bronze statues draped with silver jacquard, and her collection of bizarre wax dolls. Nayanna gained notoriety later, as a widow, when her majordomo of 30 years appeared next her to bedside stark naked and professed his love, she replied, ‘don’t be stupid, and put that awful thing away!’ The butler promptly retrieved a gun from the library display case and shot himself. She was most distressed about replacing her rare, and now stained, Oriental rug.

Videos of art shows

Here’s a short video of opening night at the Guilford Art Center. You can see my Vampirella painting below Dean McDowell’s Joker painting for a second there. The show will be on display until August 14th.

Just found this video about Asbury Park and a stop at Crybaby Gallery at about 16:17 — four of my paintings there too (I notice a red dot on one, yay!)

Fan Art: Snape and Sex

Here’s the thing about actor Alan Rickman. I got into him when I was 12, and he was probably 45 or something, odd I know and I don’t know how it happened really. But I wasn’t alone. I’ve found that if you sit in a room with other 30-40 year old women even today and someone says quietly, “you know who’s kinda hot, Alan Rickman” the whole room will go completely ape shit. Yep. It still happens even though the man is, let’s face it, old.


Now, when the first Harry Potter movie came out, I noticed a weird trend. Very young goth gals and not-so-young goth gals suddenly took notice of him and more and more fan sites popped up — especially those dedicated to him as Severus Snape. Considering the man is in his 60s and is still rather “beakish” I found it fascinating. But I guess his character is the ultimate goth wizard fantasy for some? And all these Harry Potter-Goth chicks started posting online fiction of various, um, fantasies involved Alan Rickman as Severus Snape. They’re a new teacher at Hogwarts — and they bang Snape. They’re a substitute teacher at Hogwarts — and they bang Snape. They’re a new student and an S&M situation happens…you get the idea.

I didn’t see the last movie, and I’ve never read the books though I know a little about them. But what I found VERY fascinating was the fan art and erotic art dedicated to both Snape as a character, and just, Alan Rickman as Snape. I would put some examples of what I mean up, but I don’t want some artist to get mad at me. I am by no means making fun of it, I just think it is really interesting. People are doing cartoons of Snape and Potter’s mom a lot, but mostly, art of themselves in various sexual and romantic situations.

To see what I mean, just go to and type in “Snape” in the search. There’s a billion drawings, cartoons and so forth of what I’m talking about.

Men and Minors

A recent blog entry I found via my pal Bitter-Girl about the sexualization of teenagers in comics got me thinking about quite a few things. Whether this is the place to talk about them is not certain, but isn’t that always the way with blogs?

How young is too young? How slutty is too slutty for a girl to dress? Where does a man cross the line from desire or an innocent “holy crap that girl must drink a lot of milk!” to pursuing, or letting a minor even pursue him? And why is it that a femal minor is seen as juicy forbidden fruit to be desired, yet women find the thought of a teenage boy is hardly a turn-on (at least a good percentage do). If a man desires a teenage girl, that’s normal. If a woman does desire a teenage boy, she’s got issues.

When young girls are wearing hot pants and tube tops that say “Obey Me”, and are actively wanting attention from older men for validation in the looks department — things get tricky. The fact is, young girls have always wanted to be a woman, and fast. And in most states it is legal to marry at 16 with parental consent. Hey, girls got married at very young ages back in the day, you know, back when the life expectancy was age 60 and a young uterus was needed for breeding 10 babies sinces chances were only 7 would survive.  And sure, a 15 year difference in ages doesn’t mean much at a certain point. My husband is 14 years older than me and it works great for us. But we got together when I was 22, and there was a world of difference even between me at age 20 and age 22. Thus there is a HUGE difference between starting a relationship with a 22 year old, and 15 year old. It makes me wonder what it is that, besides a sexual attraction, what does a 30 year old man get from a relationship with a minor? What is so wrong with this man that he can’t have a woman at least old enough to meet his friends and drink at a bar? Or at least old enough to buy a pack of smokes or some Kaliber non-alcohol beers!

You see, this all started to bother me because I was one of those minors who had multiple boyfriends who were men. When I mean men, I mean old enough that I now wonder what the HELL WAS WRONG WITH THEM?!  Was I that amazing, sultry, mature and convincing?  Was I really as great as they said I was? And when a few of them started to have second thoughts, was I really that seductive in making them stay with me and that everything would work out? NO. I wasn’t that great. I was a dumbass — and what girl isn’t a dumbass at 14, 15, 16, 17 even 18?
No, THEY were the ones who were immature, losers who had resorted to dating with a high schooler. When I think back on it, it actually makes me sick, it makes me wonder what else they were up to and with whom? How did their friends even handle this too? No wonder I was treated the way I was by their friends. They weren’t mad at me, they were mad that their friend was this stupid and immature. My mom stepped back and let me handle all of this over the years because she knew I would pursue older men anyways, and she rightly knew that none of these relationships would last. In fact if she had protested, I probably would have rebelled and done something really stupid like marry one of these guys. These relationships never lasted long, some weeks, some several months, and I was never bossed around or made to do things I didn’t want to do, like many people would assume — I felt in the power position believe it or not. I guess this was because they knew one sour action on my part could land them in jail if I so desired. I am very lucky that I never caught any diseases from these men, and that nothing ridiculously bad ever happened.

All my life I’ve looked 5 years older than I really am (here’s hoping when I turn 30 it will drop off and reverse will start to happen!), so none of these men knew how old I really was at first. But the fact that they stayed when they did find out? I have no respect. And the sadest part? Many of these men have been contacting me over the past 5 years to see, “how I’m doing”, as if I’m still the same naive, pissed-off, punk teenager today. Is this because of remorse? Sometimes, but mostly they acted as though they wanted to still be friends or better yet, see if I was still available. How a 16 year old girl can haunt a man for 10 years where he has the need to track her down to “hang out” is bizarre and sad to me. A few even asked to meet my husband, or wanted me to meet their fucking wives…and that’s where it got weird and I delete these emails on sight. Some psychological stuff going on there I don’t want to know.

I can now say to the few that dropped me like a hot brick once my minor status was known: Thank you and congrats, you are a stand up human being with some common sense! But if I catch you sneaking a look at my nieces in that way…I will punch you in the crotch.