Tuesday, December 25, 2012

to everyone, a joyous new year!

what a year, full of magic and love & tears and breakthroughs. I want to thank all of the lovely Neverwear friends for their constant support!

We have so many new things coming up in the new year, prints from the darkhearted Roman Dirge! and the Dexter-artist our David Mack and the brilliant light of Lee Moyer to name a few.

watch this space! here is a thank-you five dollar off code good until the end of December:


use this code when you check out: holiday-love

I just made a oven-fresh batch of new glass candy bars, here are just a few. (The link to all the magnets is at the end of the post--)






Here are the newborn magnet babies

Much love from me and Drew, Batman and Selina Kyle-- and of course, the ever-busy Mr. Gaiman.

Here is a photo of Neil & I:

ps. if you are on the mighty facebook, come and give us a like, we may send you a prize. Like us here.

Monday, December 10, 2012

giving a little back...

I read Amanda's latest blog post with mixed sadness and hope.

She has cancelled/postponed much of her upcoming world tour to stay home with her ailing best friend, Anthony. He has cancer and is undergoing treatment and she is going to stick around, which is the most beautiful thing i have heard in these times of "me me me."

Getting the news there, not from Neil, not from Quiche, but from the written electronically-transmitted word made it more real, somehow. It gave me more time to understand, how much was really on the table here. Although Amanda presented many of the tour "penalties" etc, i know from having dealt with cancellations on tour before. Often, if you need to cancel a show, insurance has to be met, you have often to go through a whole charade of loading in, ONLY to load back out, just to meet these requirements. I won't bore you with details, but it hit me hard what she was doing.

What she did. For Anthony.

you can read more about these snowball-enemies & their pure undiluted friendship here.

In her same blog, Amanda brought to light that Fiona Apple, who I have worked with and have a great respect for, was cancelling her tour to stay home with her beloved dog.

Our cat, Batman, has also been given a "stand and deliver" tumor watch, he has been rapidly losing weight and surgery for him would be a death sentence at his advanced age. We knew it was coming, but seeing him shrink before our eyes, it's a crusher. A wait-&-see heartbreak. It's hard enough out on the road without feeling like you are missing life's milestones.

I have turned down several really good tours as of late to stay with Batty, and so has Drew, my roadie husband--also in part to make up for so many years of hit and miss... (once we even met at LAX just to make out for five minutes, before I flew off, as he was getting home)

Anyway, I read AFP's blog and thought, what could i do? I don't know Anthony, never met him, just ordered his book to get to know him a little bit better. (Got mine at our beloved Eljay's Books!) I don't know if he needs money, or if he would even take money.

However, I will pledge proceeds from the sale of the Conjunctions print drawn by that foxy Finn, Jouni Koponen. This print details the time when Neil was falling in love, illustrating a poem he wrote about this time. For the rest of the year, I will drop the price on the the unsigned prints to their original price of $38.00 (we do have a few signed-by-Neil, they will not drop in price--it's hard enough to track down Mr. Gaiman) I will send this money on to Anthony or to his preferred charity-of-choice.


to order unsigned, go HERE.


for a signed-by-Neil, go HERE.

as Anthony said to Amanda,

“if you love people enough, they’ll give you everything.”

Friday, December 7, 2012

a year ago today...

One year ago today, I got hit by a car. I was out on a tour w/a band and I was getting my luggage out from under the bus bay.

We were in San Francisco, that night we were going to play at the crazy Palace of Fine Arts.

My video guy Phil was off the bus, it was about 7:45 in the morning, and he was the only one that realized what happened when I was somehow lying in the middle of the road, unable to get up. Our bus driver didn’t even see it happen.

The driver of the car, a nice middle-aged lady, slammed on her brakes and got out of her car, ran over to me, crying, trying to pick me up off the ground. I couldn’t catch my breath, the car literally knocked the wind out of me. Later I would find that I had two broken ribs, but at the time, instinct takes over, maybe a little shock. I said, I am fine, when I could speak. It’s what you do when you are a roadie and not actually dead. We can’t get sick on our 16-18 hour days. We have no union, we don’t want to be sent home. So I said, I am okay.

But I wasn’t okay.

It hurt like hell. I still have a scar running down the left side of my back.

My runner that day drove me to the ER. His GPS wasn’t working in downtown San Francisco because of all the high-rises, so he pointed to a cluster of buildings and said, the hospital is over there, 2 doors down. I got out and started my torturous journey to that building. It was cold in SF, and I hadn’t thought to grab a sweater. The wind was blowing, and my shock was beginning to wear off. I was hurting.

Got into the building, which turned out to be a fancy hotel, and they said, ____ Hospital? Oh, that’s eight city blocks away.

Well, I got there, and I was looked at, and I begged the doctor to sign off on me so I could go back to the venue. He said, you really shouldn’t go back to work, you don’t know what else is going on besides broken ribs.

I went back via taxi cab and entered the venue to a round of applause. It really is a family when you tour. I finished the short time left on the road.

Smash cut to: the driver’s insurance company: California Casualty.

They recorded my version of the events. The agent, started off the call very nicely, saying, oh yes, pedestrian hit by car, our client was at fault, we will take care of your bills and give you some pain & suffering moola to boot.

I didn’t think much about it, and a month goes by, it’s the holiday season, I flew to my parents home back east in great discomfort, but I counted myself lucky that I didn’t die, or get more seriously injured.

The bills from the hospital and the xray technician etc. started to roll in. I had gotten several therapeutic massages, to ease the tissue around the ribs.

The insurance company, California Casualty, said, our client has changed her version of the events as you described. She says you jumped out in front of her car.

I said, You mean like a suicide??? The agent said, well…. your words, not mine.

So they didn’t deny any of my claims, they just said, we are still researching the case.

I went on to their website, and found that among their own clients, they had less than a 50% dissatisfaction rate with how claims were handled.

People said, get a lawyer. I am not a very litigious sort, and I called a couple, to be told that broken ribs aren’t a good case. One guy said, maybe if you lost a hand.

So I contacted the insurance company every month, saying, how is the “investigation” going?

For a good chunk of time, my assigned agent reported that she hurt her hand, so she could not email me. (!?!) I asked her how it would be answering the phone, she said she could manage.

She suggested I make a claim through my own car insurance. My car was hundreds of miles away!

This went on, until a week ago, when I got a letter from California Casualty saying:

The statue of limitations is up on your claim on December 7th, 2012.

That is today.

I never really cared about the money. It was more the principal of the matter. They almost surely raised their client’s premimum, and never paid out a dime. They probably do this all the time.

I feel so completely powerless. Does anyone else have any stories like this?

Monday, December 3, 2012

new jewels & glass candy bar comicbook magnets

Been very busy over here at the treehouse. making magnets and jewelry, and getting everything posted. (wanted to get some new items up before i go to see those rock legends, Aerosmith, tonight at the mighty Staples Center in downtown LA!)

such a sweet and well-behaved little mirror. made with glitter snakeskin paper & the wisdom of Batman to his buddy Superman. Sounds like Supes needed some cheering up!


comes in a little teeny black box. made from recycled comic books from my tragic flood. Ok, tragic may be an overstatement. No one was injured, only my feelings were hurt.

if you are trying to order from overseas, contact me via twitter (@neverwear) or via email: Neverwear@gaiman.net --we will set a fair shipping price! A panel from SANDMAN #69 from July 1995 drawn by the flawless Marc Hempel.

ah, Death, you wonderful lady-child. Isn't she most everyone's favorite from the SANDMAN stable of characters?


"You sure you can't read minds?"


"Can you cure cancer?" lime-greeny gold glitter backs these most hopeful of words. I believe we all can read minds and cure cancer, if we try hard enough.


Barnabus is one of my favorites from the Sandman world. He's just about the best dog ever. Definitely a chattier cousin of Cabal.

Again, Todd Klein nails down Neil's dialogue with diamond precision. I mean, really! Lookit!


I loved this story arc so so much. from the Sandman "A Game of You" with the most interesting Wanda. Wanda dreams... dresses for all!


LOBO, you gigantic space caveman, you magnificent douchebag! I love him so much. This is a typical introduction to him. ("Huevos gigante" haha)


By the hammer of Thor!

"Whoesoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." " and what-not" HAHA wish I knew the whole story. ANyone know it?

again, i will say, this gold & black faux snakeskin glitter paper brings out the worst in me, i am very possessive of it and use it oh-so-sparingly.

PS. NO IDEA what comic this came out of. i know it is DEF not Todd Klein lettering. Anyone? Bueller?


thanks for supporting the arts in many ways. You can get to these tiny glass candy bars HERE.

I acquired some new stocking stuffers for the shop. Absinthe soap! Made by little green fairies.

I tried this soap and so many humans were drawn to me, that i decided to order it to share with the world. This soap comes in a beautiful little tin (my tin now holds beads of all types)


I personally have never tried absinthe, but many of the (unnamed) rockstars that i have toured with, have requested me put little sugar cubes in the dressing rooms...do your research, people. Tell me how it is if you've tried it. CLICK FOR SOAP LINK.

What better to store your mints in? A coffin fit for a caterpillar! The King of Caterpillars may be buried in style, once you finish your mints. Look at how many mints though, Rainman. SO MANY!


Free shipping within the US, but overseas customers, if you are buying a tshirt or print, they will pop right in the order. CLICK FOR DEATH MINTS.

more jewelry: a pyrite choker: Photobucket

Vintage cut rubyglass earrings:


Moss agate and vintage light-amethyst glass sparklers:

Photobucket Look at all the jewels here.

the new charcoal grey CATS DON'T NEED NAMES tshirts are shipping out this week, the small run that we printed is almost gone, in one week! Get them soon.


ok, loves. time to wind this up. grateful for all your support.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

CATS DON'T NEED NAMES tee reprint in charcoal grey

for anyone who has ever met a cat.
the unsung hero of Neil Gaiman's CORALINE
gives it to us straight.
This shirt will get you through several of your nine lives.

On the front, "Cats don't need names..." and on the back, " We know who we are" -Neil Gaiman

designed by kitty-lover Olga Nunes,
these shirts are 25 bucks


here's the back since I am a computer dum-dum & can't move it from under that:


we only ordered a small amount of the charcoal grey. this shirt will be discontinued, and become, like the white version,a relic of a simpler time, a beautiful fading dream...

BUY THEM HERE. In these sizes girly: S/M/L/XL and unisex tee sizes: S/M/L/XL/XXL any order gets a free 4" x 6" full color Coraline cat sticker designed by Christopher Salmon--

Photobucket AND a five-dollar Neil bill with a code for five bucks off your next order:


any order over this weekend will get a Neilhimself five dollar bill sticker with a code for slicing a fiver off anything next order. Believe me, loads of good things coming this way soon.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

yes, it's that time of year...

I am grateful for all the love coming my way this year. all the new chances, all the little seedlings growing from this long year of tending to the proverbial garden. Things are finally looking up for old Liz Lemon. (if you don't know...)

we do have much loot for under $20.00--

thanks to the gorgeous Chris @ Eljay's books, you can buy the Edgar Allan Poe (my Baltimore homeboy) lunchbox that I got for Neil for his birthday via Neverwear.


you can see lunchbox here.

(here's the b'day post.)

me in a $12.00 Scary Trousers youth tee. me in the new Neverwear tee

Here's a handmade glitter salvaged comic book magnet:


and another one:


more are being born every day! VAMPI! this one is a mirror. Photobucket I have made jewelry for princesses (Tori Amos) and for queens (Madonna). My glittery beaded gemstone jewelry put me through college, in fact.
I weave affection and the best of intentions into each individual bracelet, as well as glass sead beads from Japan and Svarowski Austrian crystals. This is a fresh-water pearl bracelet, said to boost self-esteem. it will be free shipping! Come on! We like that. Yes, oh yes, we do. If you are out of the USA, drop me a line here or via twitter (@neverwear)--i'll make it work!

Click here for mermaid earrings. here is a photo of Neil and me at Balticon, if you look carefully, I am wearing one of my creations...
Neil and I @ Balticon


any order over this weekend will get a Neilhimself five dollar bill sticker with a code for slicing a fiver off anything next order. Believe me, loads of good things coming this way soon. and don't forget that print orders will get this kitty-cat poster too. I don't have many of these, so when they are gone, they are gone!

Photobucket I have to say, I have never gone for what they call Black Friday sales. It's just not my thing. However, I am a small business owner, and trying to make it all happen in this retail season. So, stick with me on this, i am trying some new things out. any and all feedback welcome! do it public @neverwear on twitter or private via email (neverwear@gaiman.net) I will listen to it all!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

wait--what!? FREE posters? #ThePrice

Christopher Salmon is working on a beautiful animated adaptation of Neil Gaiman's short story, The Price. We did a successful Kickstarter program and Christopher details in the latest production blog, (see HERE) some of the set-backs he has been facing, but ends with a great inspiration that he gets from JAWS--"gonna need a bigger boat..." Christopher and I went to Neil's spooky mansion last October to do a little filming on the project, so that the scenics would be accurate. We lucked out on production value with a crane and I got some shots of Christopher way up high, overlooking Neil's house. Looking at the latest from Mr. Salmon's mind,(@Xtopher on twitter) you can see how spot-on the house looks.



for the next week, we are offering an 11"x17" full color poster of the brave cat guarding the land, FREE with any print purchase from Neverwear.


There are 25 versions of prints to choose from, signed, unsigned, etc. We are even bringing back the HOW TO TALK TO GIRLS AT PARTIES for a short time, so plenty to pick from. We are almost out of the David Mack FIRE silkscreens, and the dynamite Jim Lee 100 WORDS. happy hunting! I have also posted the few remaining hand-pulled LAST ANGEL tour posters designed by Craig Thompson of BLANKETS fame. They are beautiful beautiful beautiful.





here Neil holds one of Molly Crabapple's DESERT WINDS:

(if you have ordered a print in the last week & want a Price poster, drop me a line w/your order number: neverwear@Gaiman.net I'll send you one!)

ps. the brave Price kitty-cat looks so much like my Batman, it is uncanny!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

an open letter to my boss/friend on his birthday.

Navy Pier in Chicago, I rounded a corner backstage & my heart did a mini-stop. There you were, visiting Tori, and you were so gracious, showing me the galley-proofs of Endless Nights. I taught Maddy how to bowl with lemons that night, she was so teeny when I met her, now a college girl off on her own. I hung out with her so you could have some grown-up time with T. One of the best chance meetings in my so-charmed life. I still have the envelope that you wrote your email on, it’s in my lucky closet. (remember the bigfoot email??) That was in 2002, ten years ago.

In 2003, I was on tour with Perfect Circle and you sent Lorraine to meet me, to bring Maddy backstage to a show, and I remember seeing Quiche and both of us saying, oh there you are, you are in my tribe.

The next year, I flew out to Minneapolis to work Fiddler’s Green, and it marked the first time that I came to the Addams Family Mansion. I met and fell in love with your other daughter, miss Hollyebelle. She had dreads then. Pod & Hermione & dear sweet Zoe & Fred were all still alive and well, and that fine lady, Princess was just the same. She’s a modern miracle.

Cabal wouldn’t come for a few more years, but that dog changed your life. You soften around him, a man in love. Remember when Quiche and I drove to Chicago to get the royals, the Bengals she was rescuing and we met you at the AFP show? You all came back to the house that next night and you taught me to bake fish in newspapers… How many times has that kitchen table become the signing area?

When I had a miscarriage in 2005, you sent me the most beautiful words. You always knew just what to say.

I remember being in Tori’s office, answering the phone, and when it was you, one time, I accidentally disconnected you. Sat there at my desk, in disbelief. How could I have done that? You called me back, and you were so kind. Not everyone was.

I also loved how good you were to my parents, remember them sitting with Salman Rushdie at the book fair in DC, my Mom said something to make you throw your head back and howl, but it's lost, as no one recalls what made you laugh so hard. That day was crazy, with the signing line getting out of control, on poor Elyse's first day. DanGuy brought you a panda that day!

You taught me the word: bolthole. Looked it up. It’s exactly what you think it is. You said your house could be my bolthole. You offered it so generously and so many have taken you up on it. In that bolthole, you will find Hanzi the Sherpa, and Merry Housekeeper who runs on the most amazing human energy and QuicheMeDeadly the rollergirl. I love being there.

Remember buying those luscious Japanese knives? I always love to watch you shop, much like a tiger hunting prey. You locked on to those knives. The salesgirl was hopping up and down, that you were buying them from her. And didn’t you give yourself quite the nasty slice soon after? Yeah, you did.

I remember getting you ready for your first Oscars- remember those gorgeous expensive pants that you took two minutes to buy? You looked straight off The Avengers (not the new one, you know what I mean) I had to pick them up from the tailors & I had a black eye and you drew a picture of it for charity. You also told me to tell everyone that you gave me the black eye.

I cried on your shoulder that day in some super-fancy hotel in Beverly Hills that had a huge chessboard in the grass below. I remembered it was raining as you were giving phone interviews and I was so, so proud to see you get into that town car.

The many trips from LA down to San Diego with you sleeping while I drove, the time you hosted Comicon, World Fantasy, so many conventions. One such trip, you sang to me, practicing for the mini-tour you did with Amanda.

You were always so generous with your music, here try these guys, you’d like them. A champion for musicians, you shared them all. and I remember, you were able to pull all the songs off my dearly departed cousin’s ipod, you saved her musical life for me. I don’t know if you ever knew how much that meant to me. That I can still play her stuff even though she left us all behind, that was another great gift from you to me.

I was with you in a taxi in New York City when we heard the news of your Dad, And I truly didn’t know what to do. You ended up calming me down and then you signed Blueberry Girls for almost 8 hours straight. Merrilee, Elyse & I were going bonkers with what to do for you and you said, just let me sign. Amanda sent you a cheer-up present of a banana, a tomato & a schedule.

It was the only time you smiled that day.

We flew to Portland for the premiere of Coraline. What a smash that night was. Seeing all the sets and the minatures, it was a dream-perfect night.

Oh! The Beowulf premiere! It was there that you introduced me to Warren Beatty, my crush of life. I was a bit tongue-tied, but then when Beatty asked you for your autograph for his daughter, I had to laugh-- I had just been telling Maddy, who had just horse-shied away from Brad Pitt, that Warren was the Brad Pitt of the 1970s, she seemed unconvinced. (I am sure Maddy still kicks herself that she didn’t let me take that photo of her with Brad, but she was adamant, no photo. Brad just smiled that pretty-boy smile and let her be. )

Hearing your stories of the Stardust casting calls and meeting Jane & Jonathan, remember that giant dinner at that place…that was also when you introduced me to another hero, Roger Avary.

Roger met us to the Scream Awards and wore a Scary Trousers tee. The photo I took of you two backstage remains a treasure to me. Although I do recall that you hated the photos from that black carpet— We will never again mention those photos… All the cast of Star Trek was there, and Harrison Ford, and you, remember those Spike Awards, I believe in your acceptance speech (which consisted of four key words written on a cocktail napkin) you called it the devil’s dildo. You brought the house down.

On the eve of the Newbury Award announcement, I said to you, pick any restaurant you want, because I Knew you were going to win, and remember, where we went? The Hump! That click-clack of the 24K gold-flecked lobster brings to mind a certain rattle bag now.

(This was the same place that got raided when you were dining with a fellow Brit on another visit.)

The next morning, you blamed me for leaving the Vanity Fair magazine that kept you up all night reading, when Quiche called to find you, you were super-sleepy. I am still sad I was not with you to witness you accepting that award, one of the most important of the countless you’ve received.

All the Neverwear prints, the hits and the misses. It really is uncanny, your eye for finding exactly what part of a piece that I wasn’t happy with, and you saying, trust yourself. You taught me to think bigger, To be unafraid of saying, no, that doesn’t work for me. To push back and to wait.

How many nights at the big house, spent typing out your stories and marveling at how you chose or even unchose a word, scratching it out in your inky hand. (Is unchose even a word?) Your handwriting, at times, hard to decipher, a dictionary always handy for me to learn something new from the tilt of your pen.

I remember backstage at Amanda’s show at the Music Box, before you had even kissed her, ever, I was working out the plot of one of my scripts, and you casually said, what if you flip it like this, and make the ________ be the ______. I looked at you, jaw open, after you completely solved my writing problem without even breaking stride, and I said, Do I owe you money for that? You stopped then, looked at me, and said, so sweetly,

That one was free, my Kitty.

Remember next morning? me driving you to the airport in the rain, she was still asleep in that crappy little side street room, and you didn’t want to leave her. You really didn’t. And I’ll never forget when you sent me an email several years later that read:

Ps. I think I got engaged last night.

I typed back, all caps, CALL ME NOW.

You said, with Amanda, you just never knew what to expect.

You read a poem at my wedding, and that was such a great gift there at the edge of the water, as we all stood by candelight. Later, we danced under fireworks and you stayed out later than I ever would have imagined, enjoying the dives of Baltimore with our friends. Drew told me when he picked you up at the airport, while you were telling him of your plans to marry Amanda, he said you were literally glowing.

Remember that day in New Orleans, your birthday, and we tricked you into getting to a certain place for tea, and there on the street, you had your first run of the "wedding" —Your bride was a statue, and Jason Webley was the emcee. That little movie I shot that morning has gotten thousands of views. I’ve never seen you happier.

At your engagement party, that Jon Levin and his wife hosted for you, remember I begged you to introduce me to Patton Oswald and you said, sure, come on--and then when we reached him, your dirty trick was to vanish and I had to introduce myself, me, all shaky bits, as you cruised back by and said all stage-whispery and big-eyed, pointing to me, Patton, She’s your stalker! I think you did that with John Hodgeman too. Yes, yes, you did!

Never a dull moment with our Neil Gaiman.

Oh man, I can’t remember his name but the handsome Chinese man, I laughed for days, when you texted me a photo of him slumped in a chair and said, your boyfriend is tired. This is the same man you told I spoke Chinese, and I managed to stammer out some very unpassable Mandarin, and his translator was mortified.

The Simpsons episode. The whole room got very quiet when you did your first take. They couldn't believe how good you were. Remember Matt Selman just throwing orders to you, he was so thrilled--do it slower! no wait! faster! less accent! more menacing! and you just kept batting them out of the park. You also brought Bonnie Pietila into our lives. We did an art show together this summer, along with Red.

How many nights would I call you from tour, something went wrong with some thing or another and you would talk me off the ledge. I will never forget one time you saying, Well, I don’t think the Motley Crue guys will die if that happens, I have no idea what it was but you brought me right back to reality. No one died, you were right. I remember being in Istanbul with Tool, and couldn't get through to you for the Iceland storm, you were stuck and I couldn't help you. Quiche did travel wonders that day.

Remember Maddy coming to see me on the Jonas Brothers tour? Those girls had a blast that night. My hearing is still impaired from the young girls screaming on that tour. Louder than a jet engine, decibel for decibel.

Amanda came to a Gaga show and I gave her and Kyle more food than they could carry— She also came to see the Roger Waters Wall show and so did my favorite Henry Selick, is that the first time they met? She was so tired that night, I said, go lay down in a bunk, And she wouldn’t, she didn’t want to miss anything.

I remember calling you from a Rob Zombie show, and you said, well, I didn’t realize how close you were, and I wish I had driven out to see you. Rob would have been so happy to see you, but my dream team of bosses in one room might have sent the world off-axis.

How many meetings have I sat in with you, watching you take over the room, I learned more in that Disney pitch than I could have ever learned in film school. You owned those worlds and even if you were a little worried or nervous, you never showed it.

It was with you that I first walked through the doors of Legendary. My heart was beating so fast, but you were the picture of calm. And HBO! You know that noise that their little clip makes, that sets off a Pavlovian response in me, they make the best of the best look even better. When we were in their big boardroom, under the Game of Thrones photos, I was learning, every minute. You had eaten a little bit of wheat at breakfast, by accident, and I remember worrying about you, but you aced that meeting as well.

remember in a meeting talking about casting Death, and someone in the meeting said, Taylor Swift, and I couldn't help myself and yelled out "NO!"-- you taught me don't show your hand at a meeting, don't stop the momentum and never be negative. Words I have in my head EVERY day still. Great advice from the master of smooth.

The first time you introduced me as a producer, rather than as your assistant… Oh, the world grayed out for a second, and I said, my god, if he says it, then I have to believe it. Last month, we sold our first show. You believed in me, maybe more than I did myself.

You never made me sign an NDA, like most of my bosses, but for you, I would have— Hopeful this isn’t too personal to share. You reblogged my personal story of pain to the world and set off a healing domino chain that keeps giving back to me every day. I have tears now just thinking about it. You use your powers for good. I could go on and on, there are so many memories.

but I'll stop here.

I just marvel at the fact that I’ve known you for a decade now & I still get a little fangirly around you.

it’s your birthday today, my darl.

I'm be grateful from the depths of my secret red-velvet heart to know you. Happy birthday, Neil.

ps. I got you this for your birthday from Elijay's Books, a Poe lunchbox:

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

even more glass candy bars.

been busy in the treehouse this week!

first up, I LOVE Psylocke. Betsy Braddock was my identifying character when i was a kitten reading comics. Especially after Elektra died. Jim Lee breathed the very life into her. My ID still has the trading card of her on one side.

second up, I LOVE Gambit. Oh man, i even loved the version of him in the Wolverine movie, played by John Carter from Mars. I thought he was a great Gambit! The way they charged up the special effects cards for him to throw, I was fine with all that. Not a peep out of me, among all the haters. He was solidly good, I did have to look past his horrible attempt at Cajun-speak, but that's ok, faux Remy L. You tried.

So this panel is special to my heart. I forgot to write down which issue it was from, all I know it was a nineties classic from Jim Lee. Anyone that knows, let me know-- I am @neverwear on twitter. or comment here, that works!



these panels are so heartbreakingly beautiful, drawn by Cliff Chiang, from BATMAN DETECTIVE March 2006. I have a few of these to post, but man, i want to keep at least one of them for me. Look at that cape detail!


To TAKE THIS HOME, CLICK HERE. ps. for more of Cliff's work: CLICK HERE. and Cliff, if you ever see this, contact me, I would love to do a Neverwear print with you!

From Neil Gaiman's ever-inspiring Sandman stories... oh the trials between a father & his son....


a nice little plot summary gratefully borrowed from the mighty Comic Vine.com:

In a retelling of the Greek myth, the Endless gather for the wedding of Dream's son, Orpheus. Tragedy strikes afterward, however, when the new bride, Eurydice, is bitten by a snake while avoiding the attentions of the drunken satyr Aristaeus and dies. Grief-stricken, Orpheus demands his aunt, Death, to return Eurydice to him. She tells him she cannot, but tells him of a gate to the underworld when he won't take no for an answer.

Once there, Orpheus convinces Hades to let his deceased wife return, but there is a catch. He must walk back to the world above with Eurydice silently following him and mustn't look back the entire journey. He almost makes it, but just as he sees daylight ahead, his suspicion that he has been tricked by Hades and is walking alone becomes certainty. He looks back, and sees his wife for the last time.

With no will to live after that, Orpheus ignores his mother Calliope's warning that the Bacchante, savage worshipers of the Greek god Dionysus, are headed his way. They tear him limb from limb, leaving nothing but his disembodied but still living head. Dream finds what's left of his son on a beach, and Orpheus asks his father to kill him. Dream refuses, pointing out that Orpheus had told him he was no longer his son when he wouldn't bring Eurydice back from the dead, and leaves him there to live the rest of his life as a decapitated head.

*Note: stunning Dave McKean cover has glow-in-the-dark material to create a face.

TO LOOK AT ALL THE NEW-BORN BABY MAGNETS, CLICK HERE. These magnets are my last-ditch effort to save my collection of drowned comic books that were damaged in a long-ago east coast flood. (yes, never again will i use cardboard storage boxes...)

I cut recycled glass to fit and then frame the original panels in copper. these are all one-of-a-kind and i rolled free USA shipping into the price, if you are international, email me on info, i can't send them free overseas, but we can work something out! (@neverwear on twitter)... thanks for supporting the arts in so many ways.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

new glass candy bars...

modern therapy works!

many new glass candy bars were born in this late October 2012. they all need good homes...

this may be my favorite:


or purple?

A panel from SANDMAN #69 from July 1995 drawn by the flawless Marc Hempel.

a big chunk of moody beauty, that Morpheus. Isn't he most everyone's favorite from the SANDMAN stable of characters? When I read Neil's words coming out of his mouth, I automatically give him a Nick Cave type voice, super slowed down and deep...

those lucky pigeons!!


I make these pieces because every comic panel is a framable mini-artwork. You should see me on the floor with mucked-up comics surrounding me. Some panels,just can't save the whole thing, so I cut out the words and preserve them in another way. Comics just heal every wrong. I also use recycled packaging to firm up the panels, this one gots microwave popcorn on the back. They are all different!


If anyone is late to the party, these magnets are my last-ditch effort to save my collection of drowned comic books that were damaged in an east coast flood. (yes, never again shall i use cardboard storage boxes...)

I cut recycled glass to fit and then frame the original panels in copper.

...If you are overseas from USA, contact me via twitter (@Neverwear) and we will work out a plan. thanks for supporting the arts-- It is my therapy for so many things. (to see a full report, go to my furrytiger blog. My boss helped saved my soul the other day) NEIL HAS LOTS OF MY MAGNETS... here are (kinda crappy) photos of them living happily in his spooky house:

oh, Thessaly, you crafty goddess. Remember her soon after this, with her knife behind her back, as poor doomed George opens the door? i absolutely flipped when i read this issue. My heart was beating in my chest, like a murder of crows...

She will always be one of my favorite characters, pay attention to this lady. and didn't she breaks someone's heart....yes, yes she did.

this panel is from SANDMAN issue #33, Dec. 1991 in the GAME OF YOU story arc. Art by Shawn McManus.

Photobucket {THIS ONE IS NOT A MAGNET, BUT FOR HANGING ON THE WALL! (if you want it as a magnet, let me know)

Thor, you own my heart. Such a blonde god. He is always getting himself into scrapes and then at the very last minute, he's out again, flinging around that hammer and causing chaos. This word bubble panel is from The MIghty Thor vol. 1 #1 January 1971.

i love that someone (no names...ahem** LOKI) is telling Thor's DAD Odin on him!! Who darest call him a liar?!? (no names...ok, it was LOKI)

this is some more of that vintage glitter wrapping paper that i really don't have but maybe another square foot of. *choke it's all about being able to let go of things, isn't it??