
It’s funny how often I encounter people who either know me as an editorial cartoonist or a whimsical wildlife painter. For someone who only knows the cartoons, they’re sometimes genuinely surprised at my paintings, and vice versa.
While I share a cartoon at the end of each email to my subscribers and link to the page on my site, I don’t often mix the two, especially at a time when so many confuse political opinions with personal identity. I have shared the odd political rant over the years, but not often. Contrary to what people imagine, I don’t enjoy discussing politics, especially since people usually only bring it up to figure out if you’re on their side or not.
We never used to do that in this country.
I’ve been an editorial cartoonist since 1998, full-time since 2006. I’ve known several cartoonists who got into the profession because they liked politics and knew how to draw. I got into it because I liked to draw and figured I could learn politics, which I have. But I have always enjoyed the art first.
I didn’t paint my first whimsical wildlife painting until 2009. It’s now the larger part of my work, but I’m still an editorial cartoonist. I draw one cartoon each week for the Rocky Mountain Outlook, usually on a local topic. But I also draw five or six syndicated cartoons each week, on regional, provincial, national and international topics.
The way this job works is pretty straightforward. I follow the news every day, looking for stories that I think are worth commenting on, then I draw the cartoon and send it out to papers across Canada. If a newspaper prints it, that’s when I get paid. Some of my clients are on contract and only run my work. Others buy cartoons à la carte, where I’m competing with other cartoonists for space on the editorial page.
Just like an opinion columnist, every cartoon is my perspective, not some neutral or balanced report. I have never considered myself a journalist. Some readers agree with my take on things, some don’t, and that’s part of the deal. You don’t get into editorial cartooning expecting applause from everyone, and if you did, you wouldn’t last long.
After nearly three decades, I’ve learned that no party deserves blind loyalty. They’re all playing the same games, designed to convince you they’re on your side. The smoother the talker, the more convincing the con. Cynical? Sure. Comes with the territory.
One of my favourite lines comes from a Van Halen video for the song Right Now: “Right now your government is doing things we think only other countries do.”
I just went and watched that video again. Decades later, very little has changed. Go watch it.
So while I don’t often enjoy the workplace hazard of following politics and the news so closely every day, because it takes a toll on a sensitive soul, I still enjoy the drawing.
Throughout this post, you see a cartoon I drew earlier this month. The fish and lure imagery isn’t original, cartoonists have used it for decades, long before I ever picked up the pen. There’s a whole catalogue of themes and visual metaphors that get recycled from time to time, not just by me but by every cartoonist in the business. They work, so we put our own spin on them.
I’m sharing this one, along with the different stages of the process, simply because I enjoyed drawing the fish. And on the days when the political noise feels overwhelming, when it seems like every headline is just another example of somebody manipulating the public for their own gain, I try to remember that I still get to draw and colour for a living.
That’s not nothing.






This past week, Shonna and I headed north to visit her Dad and family. It’s a seven-hour drive from here, and we haven’t been up there in quite some time. We planned these dates awhile ago, and thankfully both of our workloads were a little more manageable right now, with good weather for the trip.
Every time I take the camera out, I learn something new, usually by making a mistake. This time, I left my new DJI Action Pro 5 in the car, not wanting to keep everyone waiting. That was foolish, since this kind of trip is exactly what the camera is designed for. I could have clamped it to the windshield, pressed record, and left it running. Instead, I relied on my phone for short video clips.

None of the shots from the river are good enough for reference, but I never know where inspiration might come from. Seeing wildlife in the wild is always worth it.
Even without the river encounters, we enjoyed some friendly domestic critters. Shonna’s parents’ dog, Jetta, is a classic rural yard dog. Her job is to bark at strangers, but once she warmed up, we were fast friends. I like that her grey matches mine.
Shonna’s brother’s dog, Tess, is a bundle of energy with no slow setting. I’m surprised she sat still long enough for me to take a photo. Go ahead, try to take the puck. I dare you.
But the star of the show was their new kitten, Minnie. Already a people cat, she was affectionate, vocal, and had an intoxicating purr. We joked that they would have to check our bags before we left to be sure she wasn’t coming home with us.
Whenever I photograph dogs or cats, I want to paint them, and Minnie was especially photogenic. I now have some strong reference shots, though with commissions waiting and a list of wildlife paintings underway, I don’t know when I’ll get to them. That is why the idea of ever retiring feels ridiculous. There are too many animals to paint.
On the way home Wednesday, we stopped at the cabin I often rent with friends so I could finally show it to Shonna. I had checked ahead and the owners said we were welcome to drop by between guests. Shonna and the owners have heard plenty about each other, so the introduction was overdue.
You’ve all heard plenty about the three-cat commission I’ve been working on in recent months, so I’m pleased to finally reveal the finished painting of Fable, Mortdecai, and Jack.
While Mortdecai has some white in him, they’re all still black cats. Both black and white animals, wild or domestic, bring their own difficulties, mostly because they’re not really either. Black fur is defined by the light it reflects, and white fur has similar challenges. It’s the shading that gives the features depth and form.
Tobi, my client, has a thing for ravens. A lot of the art in her home features them, and I can’t say I blame her. Shonna and I admired some striking raven pieces on her walls when we visited. Shonna likes ravens, too, and longtime followers might recall the aluminum print photo I gave her for her 50th birthday. You can see and
Tobi has been following my work for quite some time. Along with other art in her collection, she owns many of my 11×14 poster prints and a few metal pieces. For this delivery, she had also ordered a custom 16×16 square-cropped metal print of my Winter Raven painting, along with the cat commission.
Commissions require a lot of back-and-forth. My clients need to be part of the process, otherwise I may not be able to deliver what they want. I’m fortunate that those who have hired me to paint their pets have almost all been engaged and enthusiastic. They dig up photos, share stories, and talk about personalities and quirks. All of it helps me do my best work.
Because I knew three cats in one painting would take more time than any other commission I’ve done, I shared work-in-progress shots with Tobi and with all of you. I don’t usually do that, but since she’s been following my work for so long, I knew she could tell the difference between sketches, roughs, and a finished piece.
Once the metal print arrived, this shot taken with a lot of light, I arranged to deliver it to Tobi’s home in Calgary. Shonna came along for the ride, and we enjoyed the reveal in person. We also wanted to meet the cats, of course, but in true feline fashion, one ran away, one watched us from up the stairs, and the third never showed. Our old cat Muse was like that, too. Great with us, no time for anyone else.
After wrapping up the three-cat commission I’ve been working on (and talking about) for the past couple of months, I needed a reset. Not a full break—but something without expectations, pressure, or deadlines. Just a chance to paint for myself again.










When people talk about art for a living, they usually mean the highlights—the big launches, the finished pieces, the stuff that looks good on a timeline. But this—the half-finished paintings, the licensing negotiations, the time made for ideas—this is the work.

This particular cartoon also featured a grizzly bear—so the best of both worlds. I signed both prints and shipped them yesterday.
I’m always surprised when I sort through reference photos, because often something I thought I had, doesn’t look as good when I get home. And then a random throwaway photo might spark a painting.
This little calf was painted from reference I took at the cabin a few years ago. I’ve since retired it because frankly it wasn’t popular, even though I enjoyed the work and like the painting. That happens a lot, where my favourites may not be your favourites.
But one evening on this visit, I noticed the neighbour’s cows hanging around his gate near the road, and shortly after this first pic, they clustered together and it struck me comical. So I took a bunch of photos, and though I’d work from several of the ones I shot, I think there’s a painting here. Already thinking about how long it would take, but this is a marathon, not a sprint.
I’ll have to let it simmer a bit, but whenever I hear that voice whisper, “hey, look here,” I try to pay attention.
And while I still spent too much time in my own head, thinking about work and worrying about things I can’t control, the setting and company helped me turn down the volume for a few days.
I’ve been working on a commission of three cats, and it’s coming along well. The client has provided some valuable feedback on the images I’ve shared so far. I’ve also recorded a bunch of the process, written the video narrative, and I’m still working on that video and the painting itself.
I based this little fawn on reference I shot at