Steven Cerio 
A detail of a drawing that didn’t turn out too well…so badly in fact I threw it out…but I kept the bee. She’s pretty loveable.
a birthday card
An unfinished version of a poster I’ve been preparing for The Residents. Steve Walters’ Screwball Press will be screen printing it soon. I’ll use 3 or 4 colors on it. Sal Canzonieri wants to use the full color version for the cover of his new book on poster art.
A table covered in ink drying much to slowly on a humid day.
Some unfinished collage stuff. I shoot photos when I see some nice relationship or composition I stumbled on…I worry that I’ll lose it or bump the canvas reaching for a tea cup
I used some shots of spring clovers and scribbled all over them in Photoshop until those little pea men showed up in the top corners and angered the fussy Monkey King in the bottom center.
Evergreen twigs that were stuck to my car after a windstorm in Georgia.
A glare on my studio window… looked like a comet when you looked at a certain angle.
A girl I made out of candy. I used it in a film I started working on last year. I glued the pieces down with rubber cement almost 2 years ago and not one single piece fell off yet. Preservatives.
I found a field on some mountainside somewhere between Flagstaff, AZ and Ajo, Az. There had been a fire there a few years in the past.
This was a shot of a welcome sign to the town of Nothing, Az. The Mayor who doubled as their convenience store attendant told me the cactus flowers were giving him horrible allergies when there were probably 50 within a square mile. He asked if the pollen was better in New York. I told him he’d be carried away in a stretcher minutes after landing if he couldn’t handle a dozen flowers, he thought that was funny. I bought a $5 Mountain Dew and got back on the road.
A night shot of some trails near Ajo, AZ. I spent hours trying to find a scorpion. Not too smart. Luckily I have never succeeded…despite my efforts.
Some cacti and landscape in Organ Pipe National Monument-the most beautiful place I have ever seen or been. I almost didn’t stop, thinking that the term “National Monument” must designate a statue.
Some novelty shots of little towns near the Mexican boarder. The teepees were cement motel rooms. I took the plaster horse shot from my motel window. The owners stood it there like some equine peeping Tom.
