Copyright Armageddon. That’s what this past week has felt like. Judgement Day for intellectual property. Yeah, there’s a whole lot of hyperbole flying around, and a whole lot of guts tied up in knots. Generally, I don’t like talking law or politics on PaperCuts. It’s an art blog, and I prefer to keep it that way. Unfortunately, some issues directly impact me and the work I do, like a shovel to the back of the head.
First, Darren Di Lieto of the Little Chimp Society, a fantastic art portal site (of which I am a member) sent out emails warning people about “Colorful Illustrations 93°C”, an art book created entirely from plagiarized material. Not much later, I heard that the Orphan Works Bill (you can download copies here) was back. A day or two after that, a good friend of mine found that her work had been purloined and used online without permission. This is bound to get wordy, so hang in there. Read the rest of this entry »









As promised here’s the finished piece, wherein BananaTail gives his pal Reena a boost up to grab a vine. 


In Japanese, the word for garden, 庭 (niwa; pronounced “knee-wa”) is also the word used for yard. If that’s the case, my garden is a three-foot by ten-foot concrete block surrounded by a sliver of dirt from which a plethora of weeds and mushrooms (and one magnificent tree-shrub) magically grow. I say magically because my garden basks in sunlight for, perhaps, fifteen minutes a day. Also magical is the fact that my clothes somehow dry back there. It truly defies scientific explanation.
Remember way back when I posted about
There is no better feeling in the world than when a project comes to fruition. This is especially true when the project is a total pleasure to work on, and it surpasses my already high expectations.
I’ve been interviewed!
Choosing which constellation should represent the Poles was not as easy as I thought. Like everyone else, I have my favorites. And since I’ve recently finished fifty or so of these guys, I certainly had enough to pick from. In the end, I decided to go with the constellation that actually includes Polaris, the north star: Ursa Minor. Naturally, where the little bear wanders, so goes the mama bear, Ursa Major.
The curious thing about Ursa Minor is that, in order to include Polaris, the little guy needs a big ol’ tail. Which, in my opinion, makes our diminutive ursine friend look a whole lot like a beaver. My working theory is that the artists who drew the original constellations had never seen a live bear, but rather went by the descriptions furnished by witnesses. Seeing as I’ve met and fled bears in the wild myself, it’s my opinion that most witnesses don’t spend alot of time memorizing the little details.






