Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Jett really likes girls, even his sister!
I'm still in the "new baby daze" and have been busily cooking, cleaning and spending time with the family. I appreciate you indulging my proud papa posts these past few days. But the freelance artist world waits for no man, so I'll be returning to more art-related posts very soon. Stay tuned!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
I have to say, it's pretty amazing for me to see my artwork utilized at such a huge event like this. Stay tuned for more Norman Phartephant news.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I've always believed that if you want to be a thriving artist, you need to have a strong presence on the web. These days, artists have the ability to share their artwork with people and acquire new clients from all over the world 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Websites themselves are great, but the best way to reach as many people as possible is through social media in the form of blogs, and applications like Facebook and Twitter. This video shows quite entertainingly, the impact and ramifications of social media.
By the way, I stumbled across this video on Tom Richmond's blog, stole it from him directly and put it on my blog, thus illustrating one way that social media works. Thanks Tom!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I've been a member of the International Society of Caricature Artists for many years now. I've found it to be a vital tool in my artistic growth, and has been essential for networking with other artists. The ISCA has just released a promotional video taken from footage from the 2009 convention and it's great. Check it out.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
This is my nephew Cody and my younger sister, Suzie. And here's the big 5 that started it all. Suzie, mom, dad, me and Donna. Love you guys!
In other news, I just got my new camera. I'm going to take it for a spin tonight at work and hopefully have some caricatures to share with you tomorrow. See you then.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
I'll begin by chronicling my journey to Wisconsin on Wednesday. That morning I went online to print out my boarding pass. When I got to the point in the process where I was able to select my seat on the plane, I noticed there were still a lot of available seats to choose from. I picked a window seat (my favorite) just behind the wing. It just so happened that I chose a spot where not only was there no one sitting next to me, but no one in the row in front or behind me. I was completely surrounded by empty seats. Perfect! I could pass gas with no discretion at all!
Sometimes I like that isolated feeling. Just being all alone, not having to interact with strangers. I go into a sort of "zen" mode, where my mind goes clear and I'm quite peaceful. Despite my protective bubble of empty seats on the plane, I still donned my "cloak of invisibility", meaning I wore sunglasses, a hooded sweatshirt with the hood over my head, and my iPod. It's the same outfit I wear when I have to go to a shopping mall, and I don't want to be hassled. It's an outfit that says "I am not to be disturbed." Sure, I look like the Unibomber, but it works.
As usual when I fly, I slept for quite a bit of the time. Something about hurrying through the airport, worrying about tickets, luggage, security etc really tires and stresses me out. So much can go wrong. So by the time I'm finally on the plane and in my proper seat, I'm ready to relax and take a nap. I suppose in that way, I'd make a terrible pilot.
Besides the funeral and all that accompanies it, and visiting with my family, I've been watching Kevin Pollak's webcast interview with Futurama's Billy West and John DiMaggio and listening to some choice music on my iPod. I've also been reading (make that DEVOURING) The Road by Cormac McCarthy, a post-apocalyptic story of survival and isolation, a fitting tale considering the past few days.
Tomorrow I'm going out and taking pictures of life in Wisconsin. I'll show my favorite, can't-miss spots when I visit and share some old places from my past. See you then!
February 1, 2010
Susan Gerich,Age 96, of Bristol, passed away Monday, February 1, 2010 at her daughters home. She was born April 5, 1913 in Filion, MI, to the late John and Susan (nee Loeffler) Kittl. Susan spent her early life and received her education in Filion, MI. On October 17, 1930 in Wheaton, IL, Susan was united in marriage to Martin Gerich. Following marriage they resided in Chicago before moving to Burlington in 1947. Martin preceded Susan in death on September 7, 1986.Susan had worked for General Crystal, Foster Forbes and Northern Engineering Laboratories. She was a member of St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Burlington and the St. Mary’s Senior Citizens. Susan was also a member of the Waterford/Rochester Senior Citizens. She enjoyed gardening, quilting, crocheting, tatting, bowling and playing Bingo.Survivors include her daughters, Theresa (Robert) Ahler of Burlington, Patricia Arnold of Burlington and Anne (James) Durkin of Bristol, 13 grandchildren, 25 great-grandchildren with 1 on the way, 12 great-great-grandchildren, step-great-grandchildren and step-great-great-grandchildren. Susan was preceded in death by her parents, her husband, sisters, Theresa Kittl, Margaret (Gene) Black and Mary Relaz, a brother, Anthony (Susan) Kittl, a great-grandson, Eric Ahler, great-great-grandson, Grant Cowan and by a son-in-law, Richard Arnold. Funeral Services will be held on Thursday, February 4, 2010 at 12:30 PM at St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Burlington with Rev. Jim Volkert officiating. Burial will follow at St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetery. Relatives and friends may visit with the family at Schuette-Daniels Funeral Home on Thursday, from 10:00 AM until 12:00 Noon. Memorials to Hospice Alliance in Pleasant Prairie have been suggested.Schuette-Daniels Funeral Home & Crematory625 Browns Lake Dr.Burlington, WI 53105262-763-3434www.danielsfamilyfuneral.com
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
I remember when I was just a kid. My mother would take my sisters and I to visit my grandma and grandpa every Friday. I was too young to realize how much time it would take to drive to their house, my mom could only put the distance in terms I could understand "One Bozo show away"
My grandma and grandpa lived in a big farm house. There was a barn full of equipment and tools, which smelled like stale beer (my grandpa crushed and recycled aluminum cans as a money maker on the side). A charming wooden fence surrounded the property, which was hilly and lush with trees and grass. My grandparents kept a substantial garden, which they harvested and cooked from.
The porch of the big white house overlooked the barn and driveway. A card table was usually set up inside the porch with the remnants of a euchre game still on it. As you entered the house, the smell of chicken soup, baked goods and coffee permeated the air. I remember grandma always had wishbones from the chickens she had cooked with for the grand kids to make our wishes with.
My grandma cooked all the time, my favorites of course, were her desserts. Every Easter, she would make these pastries shaped like Easter eggs with frosting and flowers, and small, bite-sized cupcakes.
I remember her basement, cool and damp, with a pool table. I remember the dining room, which we never used, and the cabinets in with paper and crayons for us to draw on. I remember the t.v. room and the back porch, and the stairs leading to the second floor, where my mother's room was when she was a kid.
I remember playing outside, laying down in the cool grass, seeing shapes in the clouds. We would build forts with the old wood we would find lying around, play hide-and-seek, and run until our faces were red and we were full of sweat. My grandma would have refreshing Kool-Aid for us.
It was a great time and place to be a kid, my granparents made it that way.
After my grandfather (Papa) died, my grandma moved closer to town. She survived quite well on her own, going grocery shopping and taking walks. I would hear stories of her falling occasionally, getting a huge, ugly, purple bruise, but not being worse for the wear. My grandma came from good stock. She was tough and hearty, able to weather any storm.
Toward the end, she lived with my parents. I got a chance to see her a few months ago, and although she was a bit more frail and weak, I could still make her laugh (usually at the expense of my father). I think that's what I remember about her the most, her laugh. It was unbridled, joyous. Now as I think of her, I can still hear that laugh, and I can see her eyes, her head tilted back and the huge, inviting smile on her face as she chuckled.
My grandma lived to be 96 years old. She is survived by her three daughters, and countless grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Rest in peace grandma, and tell Papa I said "Hi"