I'm a man who knows what he likes.

Man I wanted these pictures to be in the EXACT opposite order. Oh well. I tried to fine an example of daggers for eye, but I couldn't. I hope everyone has a happy new year. I just found out that I HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE, so I cannot possibly hold myself accountable for the recklessness with which I approach tonight's festivities (psst-I have one beer and I'm out for the count!) ALso- please do not take my love of money as shallow materialism...just take it like that guy with the money eyes. WOOOOWWWEEEE!


Addressing the problems at hand.

First, there virtually are NO problems at hand. Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year. Period. I love everything about it. The specials, the cooking, the decorations; I L-O-V-E it. Christmas was super-duper fantastic this year. I totally got a soup pot and some nice brown socks. Man, o man, a Jon Chad x-mas if ever there was one.

So, the problem that I was referring to in the title was the complete lack of stuff that gets posted on this blog. I've always known that I have a serious problem getting my act together and posting regularly. I end up having a pile of stuff, and then at that point I say to myself, "well, THIS will take all afternoon just to scan so, ya know, ya know..." YA KNOW!? So then I never end up posting stuff. I feel like a weeny to have a blog and not post stuff.

Also, in my defense I HAVE been working on a book for the Atlanta Braves. I think I mentioned it earlier. Now, if you spent ANY time with me in the lab, you KNOW that there was some serious ball-busting-book-drama going on between me, the MLB, my publisher, and the author. It all worked out in the end, but MAN, I think I must have faced up to EVERY single problem that can occur from within related to children's books illustrating. I finished the book on the 19th. Now, I'm just saying, I'm no Jeremy or Colleen, but I MUST have broken landspeed records with how fast I got that book off my plate. This is not to say I didn't enjoy the book! I LOVED IT. I really wanted to post some pages but I had some moral hangups. I DON'T ANYMORE, SO HERE'S A PAGE. Also-Merry X-Mas!



I did a month's worth of strips a week ago, so here they are. The classes I teach are going well. I taught a bookbinding class last week, and THAT WENT WELL. This week I taught two classes: a general class to high school students about comics, and then I taught another silkscreening class. The book that I am working on is going well, and I think I just might post a page if you guys promise not to tell people about it, 'kay? The Atlanta Braves might get mad, y'all. I make the constant mistake to wait until late to post, so I'm always low on energy, and my powers of articulation are far gone. Oh well.


I'm really bad at posting on blogs on time. To make things worse, I'm doing a new children's book, and I can't post any of those pages. I have 4 robot dave strips though, and after I teach my silkscreening class on friday, i'll post some stuff


BIKEMAN! also-nib no.3

So I decided that I was going to draw bikes in Nib too. A smart idea? MAYBE NOT! Why did I capitalize nib? I really do like the story, and I am pumped to get working on it again! Also-I'm doing Robot Dave strips again and I'll be posting one SOON

I think switching to the nib is a good idea, I can already feel so much more LIFE in those bicycles, and that is what I was going for, right? I got about 4 of these done this week and also some special treats I'll post later!

So, let's talk about biking. Or, more so, I'll talk about the 30 mile ride I did yesterday. It was broken up into two 15-mile segments. If you don't want to read all this, I would be sore, I just want to get it all down before I forget.

Jess Abston was having a party in Woodstock, and I had been desperately wanting to A) Bike to Woodstock and B) Bike during the night. It seemed to be perfect on a plethora of levels. When I started out for Woodstock, it must have been 2 pm, or so. This was a much later start than in my original design, but I figured that that would leave less time for hanging around Woodstock before the PARTY went down. There was a very ominous, gray overcast that did much to sully my mood about the whole affair, but I kept an unbecoming positiveness about the situation and stuck to my guns. I had waited too long for this Woodstock ride to let the POSSIBILITY of rain deter me.

The ride was spectacular. I'm of a very jaded opinion that the beauty of this state has to be EARNED and can only be seen properly through a thin veil of perspiration. The colors of the trees were rich oranges, reds, and browns. All of the green trees had, by this point, lost their colors. The literal explosion of color left me quite speechless. At times I would pass groves of tall birch and oak trees completely void of leaves. Their tall, slender trunks would lean in towards the road, as if listening, and waiting for something important to be said.

Eventually I reached a farm stand somewhere in between Queechee and Taftsville (?) where I took a quick siesta under a tree. I then went to the farm stand and for 50 cents got the most delicious piece of roasted sweet corn I had ever eaten. The roaster (?) took a raw ear and literally immersed it in flames for 5 minutes then asked if I wanted butter and spices on it. I said I did; at which he proceeded to dip the whole ear in a bucket filled with a liquid that I supposed to be water, but turned out to be butter, and then sprinkled salt and MAPLE pepper all over the ear. IT. WAS. DELICIOUS. When I take these long bike rides through Vermont, I rarely bring food because I count on the farm stands dotted all over the state that have better food than I could ever conjure. On my ride to Tunbridge last month, I bought two gigantic cucumbers from little girls selling them on the side of the road for 5 cents like lemonade!

I digress. As I was leaving the farm stand, the guy who roasted the corn asked me where I was going and which way had I come. I told him and then he informed me of a shortcut to Woodstock via this road that weaves between farms. According to him, the road was level and there was a covered bridge that led right to it. I thanked him and enthusiastically continued on. A mile later I found the covered bridge that he had mentioned and turned off onto it. The whole situation made me feel like a time traveler, I guess. When I reached the other side of the covered bridge, I found to my dismay that the road was a dirt road and it was graded as horribly as I had ever seen. My bike, by and by, is a 1972 Vista Islena Road bike named Scamander. I knew that his road tires, already worn by Vermont roads in general, would stand little good against this gravelly dirt road, so I turned around, went back across the covered bridge (which lessened my glumness a little) and got back on the main road.

This was the first great disappointment of the trip. As I got back onto the main road, it almost maliciously began to slope up at a fantastic grade. And as I worked and worked to gain altitude, I was able to see down across the river to the farm road that I had just turn away from. It looked like the most splendid ride, there were even horses making their way from the opposite direction. It was like the road was taunting me. Oh well. I made my way to Woodstock and subsequently to Jess's house, the rest of ride being more or less unremarkable. Scratch that. A) Woodstock, as a town, is lovely. B) The road that Jess lived on was one of the hardest and steepest to climb that I had ever ridden. C) Jess's actual driveway was so steep that at one point I could feel my front wheel begin to lift off the ground, and I had to lean forward to right myself. This track was a barely passable goat path, let alone a road.

Jess's house is fantastic. There is so much style and class in it already that it feels like a home. And the size. When I rolled up to the house, I was fooled with how large it was. Jess showed me around and then went to get ready for the party, and I took a two hour siesta on her floor. Then the party happened. I'll skip the details here because I want to get back to the biking part but a good time was had by all and I especially had a super duper good time. The only downcast on the proceedings, though, was that it had began to rain viciously. Almost every 20 minutes I would jump outside and gauge the situation. It didn't seem hopeful, though.

Around 11:30, I decided to head back. The rain had let up a little and I was determined at this point to do the ride. Alec loaned me his raincoat, I loaded my kit, and I was off. The rain and the darkness turned out not to be the great challenges of the ride. Instead, I had not taken into account how much my soaked kit would weight. The ride back was anything but miserable; downright fantastic! There is a really humble beauty about Vermont ROADS in general. The type that I don't think makes it onto postcards that frequently. When I reached Queechee and crossed the gorge, the sky opened up for a brief second and I saw three stars. It was bliss.

The best part about the return journey is that past Queechee I get to look forward to 7 miles of freewheeling through truly wonderful landscapes. The rain actually added something mystical ( I know that sounds dopey) to the ride. The rain made it look at a distance as if the mountains where caked in a sort of mist that undulated and moved with the wind. I arrived home safe and sound, though I can hardly ever recall being so wet. I wanted to write about this ride because winter is almost here, and I'm going to be one glum goose if I don't get to ride for, like, 5 months. So I wanted to write this so I could look back to it and remember the good ole times.


Nib no. 2

Alright alright alright. Next nib drawing is a couple of ruffians blowing up a train. This image tickles me pink on so many, very accessible levels. The best part is how the engine of the train is an old coal-burning model, but the car right after the coal car is a modern gasoline tanker. I guess sometimes those sorts of things happen and I'm more or less powerless to stop them from happening.

More news from the home front. When I went to SPX, I talked to Chris Staros from Top Shelf about my old Bikeman story, and he got me all excited to draw it again. So there might be a page or two of that thrown into the mix. I want to slim down the story A LOT so that it doesn't take me 4-ever to get it done.

Other news from ME; I give my visiting artist lecture today! I guess I'm not really visiting...but I have an unnessicarily long amount of time to talk about me! For awhile there, I was tempted to try and record my rambling and put it online, or send it to my grandma, but that idea has fallen victim to the acute case of shyness that has lapsed over the county of JON CHAD. Sometimes when other visiting artists, well, visit, they show images of comics they enjoy, and their inspirations. All I have is some photos I took of some artist books, and a bunch of photos of board games. I'm hoping to do a reading tonight of some of my work, and I hope that goes over well. Rhombus really likes my reading, so here's hoping I can get a chuckle or two.



So I had this dream where I get PAID to drive out to IKEA (where I have never been, and always heard of in myths and legends) with Rombino and then I eat some of those goddamn meatballs that I hear all about and by the way I GET PAID! So I found out that my boss was organizing a strike force to go out to IKEA and get some furniture for a new classroom we acquired. I was under the impression that my inclusion in this task force was up in the air, so I made this image to show my inthusiasm. Oh yeah, AND NOW I"M ON THE TASK FORCE!


Robots are something that I keep coming back to!

So, I've been inspired by Colleen Frakes to try to limit myself to as few tools on a project as possible. So now (amongst my other projects) I'm going to try to draw things that I would usually NEVER try to draw with a nib. I really love the nib. I pretty much exclusively use a Hunt 102 nib. So drawing no. 1 is a robot. ALL THOSE STRAIGHT LINES! SO INORGANIC! This one was tricky!

Here's those Arabs I promised.

I kinda thought that title for the post was a little off, but I'm Armenian, so I'm Middle Eastern anyway? Right? Anywho, I want to do a story with Arabs in it, so I've been working through a lot of different designs. If anyone would like to shoot me some feedback (not bullets) about what they think, and which ones resonate with them, that would be great!


Sometimes I get that fuzzy feelin'

Hey everybody. This has been a crazy week. I thought that all the post-spx stuff would be a great breather (Spelling?) but it turned out not to be so. Now don't get me wrong, I love screen printing, but man oh man everyone here at the school and their brother was screen printing and it was the biggest mess that you ever EVER could have dreamed up. Grumbles and bumbles. On a lighter note, I taged along with a friend as she drove to Burlington, so I got to see my parents and my sister and a couple of my friends. Mission accomplished. I've been drawing a lot of arabs lately, so I'll post some of that SHITE up when I get the chance.


I am the most professional professional.

I was told that I needed to put up a name tag on my office so I made this:


So, this is my second attempt at starting a blog.  This is an illustration for a chapter book that someone else is writing and I am doing the chapter heads.