The Cartoon Saga of the UNDER THE BED MONSTERS

 This is the ongoing art story of the

UNDER the BED MONSTERS 

that plagued me, & sometimes played with me, when I was a kid. All drawn by my inner child.

Yes, I still encounter monsters after all these years but I know how to handle them now, thanks to my dad.


You see, I was pretty insistent on my childhood monsters being under my bed almost every night, and I'm sure he and my mom got a little tired of having to get up and check. So he told me,

"Honey, I'll tell you what you do. You take this little notebook (hand tooled leather with my name on it!) and this box of colored pencils, and you draw that monster in that notebook. And when you shut the cover, you'll have trapped that monster away and you'll be safe."


For years I faithfully doodled away my Bed Monsters until, somewhere along the way, I got too old and the magic disappeared along with that little notebook. In the meantime I grew up, grew old and I could feel the monsters getting close again. I didn't recognize my old fear but that notebook suddenly showed up again. There were no drawings in it. Or magic. It's a precious memory now, but it has not jailed monsters for over sixty years.

But a few months back I drew one of my Faces in a mini sketchbook but it wasn't cute and I realized I'd drawn one of my old "monsters to try and lock it away. And it worked!  The worry (fear) had been noted, cataloged and put "away" in my mind. You see, adult monsters don't hide under beds, they skulk hidden in plain sight in the world but they too can still be trapped by the magic of art, imagination and hope.


Some of these will be made into limited edition ATC / ACEO. To check just click the image.


I love my cat, Bailey 🐈, he's one of the cuddly, sweet, calm orange tabbies. But he's still a cat and occasionally he can't resist doing cat things. One of those is biting me, which he always signals, if I'm paying attention. Normally it wouldn't be too bad, but I'm old and on blood thinners so one Bailey bite and my bedroom looks like a murder scene.
I'm just trying to lock up this particular Bailey habit, not it's perpetrator!



PURPLE PEOPLE EATER IS BACK
I might be imbuing my fears of what's happening in this country and the world into this one, all I could think of was that late 50s Sheb Wooly song and the one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater that was as weird and strange and unexplainable as our "leaders" are to me now.

STAY TUNED.
There WILL be more.