Handmade rainbow spray

These days, as previously mentioned, there has been a bit of drawing going on around here. Meanwhile, i've been excavating the corners of closets and garages to collect piles of scraps of unused fine and not as fine papers that date back to the late twentieth century. I've made it a personal mission to leave no piece of paper unrepurposed. There are even a few armfuls of unclaimed pieces of wood begging to become transformed in some manner. Soon these piles of papers will become piles of drawings calling into question their own destiny. Heavy, bros.

Looking & listening & drawing things

Recreational renditions

Presently, we are making attempts at moving beyond the medium of composition book & ball point pen to a slightly more stately presentation of things and people and such. Unfortunately, i often get a little too precious when using costlier means to produce images. I'm often left longing to recapture something as fantastic as this drawing of the doctor sticking his tongue out at me whilst perched atop a high chair at a local pizza joint.

I've had a variety of ideas for not-so-actual books. Then i drew this book as a tribute to my friends in Pearl and the Beard. This could be the template for something. I shall put a pin in that. Until then, enjoy this collaboration i did with a sprightly young gal named hannah...

Go get 'em, kids.

Poetic justice

Only in it for the money

People of earth, there are a limited number of these t-shirts now available for fifteen bones at my ONLINE SHOPPE. They're both super soft and make mighty bold statements that need to be shared with the people of our common planet. 

Next on the docket: this dude... 

He's coming to a tee shirt near some.

You know who you are.

Pretzel logic

Are you seized by mysterious, uncontrollable weeping? A pensive pompadoured man casually holding a cigarette is waiting to take your call. He wants to tell you to shut up and quit being a baby about it. Operators are standing by.

Drinking and drawing

As of late, i've been spending a great deal of time listening to records while uncomfortably hunched over paper, ink, brushes, and pens strewn about the floor. It's been quite some time since giving so much time to these raw materials and it feels pretty nice. This dude's been listening to way more scott walker than he can handle, but he's also just one of those super emotional woodsmen who's been in from the cold far too long. Don't weep for him, ladies; he's gonna come out the other side of this with some real perspective and a little bit of fight in his spirit.