Yesterday I spent a much-needed day in the studio working on my art. Besides a two-hour client consultation in the afternoon and occasional e-mailing and tweeting, I focused my entire existence on my next alphabet painting: B for Betrayal.

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O for On My Own.

I am in love with that girl. My friend likes the octopus better. (When he asked, “How come there are only five arms?” I replied, “Because I am lazy.”)

Which one do you like more?

For the past little while, I have been obsessed with the alphabet concept. The alphabet concept has enthralled countless artists in the past. Numerous alphabet picture books have been published: some educational, some fun, some quirky, some subversive. The first alphabet book that came to my mind would be Edward Gorey’s macabre alphabet book where children die of curious incidents. Quite a few people have asked me, “Do you know Edward Gorey’s works?” (continue reading…)