The Pencilneck’s ® Disjointed Musings on Life, Music, Food, Books, Movies, and Art
A 21st Century Hemingway: part James Bond, part Nero Wolfe, part that Interesting Dos Equis beer guy.
But when the delusions pass, he’s a doting father, hectored husband, and man-child who occasionally draws things.
Maybe it’s the smog, maybe it’s the botox, or maybe it’s the lack of red meat, but Hollywood types seem to have absolutely no interest in making good television.read more
I’m often asked how I became The Pencilneck ©, and what the deciding factors were in choosing to pursue art, and the answer is…spite! 🙂read more
There are worse places to spend St. Patrick’s Day than Chicago. A few years ago I spent a whirlwind 48 hours there “on business”…read more
Dad’s riding mower was his pride and joy, but he made the mistake of teaching me to drive at a young age. It’s how I got embroiled in the affair of Assassinating Stanley.read more
Don’t try and give me any backchat about how your Mom’s shortbread cookies were good too because they’re not even close. Deal with it.read more
One of the problems about being a pencil artist is that everyone thinks that they know what pencil is. And erasers and erasing. Pfhfhft..read more
I tend to build up the tones on the page and dial in the detail towards the finish line. Waitaminute. You can’t draw white… rats!read more
When I asked about specifics for Porter’s wedding, he said “There’re no rules to this. Whatever happens…happens.” Uh oh.read more
Way back when Hudson was four, he asked if we could go to Jasper; little did we know we’d be surviving a frozen night on a mountain.read more
Gather ’round my pretties! We’ve got a chilling tale of Feline Horror to share. Beware of the fate that can befall you: it can render strong men helpless!read more