Here’s another wine illustration that I created for Süddeutsche Zeitung last weekend.

This is my latest artwork for today’s Welt am Sonntag newspaper for an article on wine. It shows a woman holding a glass of wine that has a a thermometer sticking out to measure the temperature amidst a Tuscany landscape setting  and assembled wine accessories.

Here’s an editorial art about a traveler in Berlin, written from the viewpoint of an American study-abroad student. Turns out that no matter where you go and whatever you’ve been hoping to find (including finding yourself changed), you will always stay who you are. I thought the reflection of the traveler in the mirror inside the suitcase captures that concept quite well.

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This is from Mark Twain’s 1880 book, A Tramp Abroad:

An average sentence, in a German newspaper, is a sublime and impressive curiosity; it occupies a quarter of a column; it contains all the ten parts of speech – not in regular order, but mixed; it is built mainly of compound words constructed by the writer on the spot, and not to be found in any dictionary – six or seven words compacted into one, without joint or seam – that is, without hyphens; it treats of fourteen or fifteen different subjects, each inclosed in a parenthesis of its own, with here and there extra parentheses which reinclose three or four of the minor parentheses, making pens within pens: finally, all the parentheses and reparentheses are massed together between a couple of king-parentheses, one of which is placed in the first line of the majestic sentence and the other in the middle of the last line of it - after which comes the VERB, and you find out for the first time what the man has been talking about; and after the verb – merely by way of ornament, as far as I can make out – the writer shovels in “haben sind gewesen gehabt haben geworden sein,” or words to that effect, and the monument is finished.

- From Mark Twain, The Awful German Language

O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free?

- From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Day Of Sunshine

Same train carry my mother,
Same train, same train,
Same train be back to-morrer,
Same train, same train.
Same train carry my sister,
Same train, same train,
Same train be back to-morrer,
Same train, same train.

Same train a-blowin’ at de station,
Same train, same train,
Same train be back to-morrer,
Same train, same train.

- Old Folk Poem (19th Century)

This is another image on the healthcare reform. It shows a woman sneezing the hell out of herself.

I created this mixed-media collage for a friend who was babysitting for the first time last night. Apparently, it wasn’t exactly what you call a breeze, so the art doesn’t really seem all that far-off…

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An image on how crazy some girls get over shoes coming in all shapes and sizes. I find this quite striking actually…