I have been accumulating a ton of facing doodles. Nobody really likes em, but it’s an exercise to get the pencil goin’. This one has a lil’ color goin’ on (cue “ooh”s and “ahh”s).
Skipped an entire month for the first time.
No more of that… here’s a doodle from the beach.
The painting has two positions.
Drew finally proposed to Ali.
Ah, back to profiles. There are rules to the “facing profiles” game.
I cannot name them because they change with every drawing, but it’s a mixture of two things have to be the same, then two things have to be opposite.
I was cutting silhouettes a spell at the National Constitution Center so I been thinking about profiles.
Anything I put here will look like an excuse, because it is.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, and I can’t see what’s next.
My studio nearly doubled in size, I have a TON of space, and yet my little real-estate..
my tiny show place, the only thing I haven’t completely let down…
I let down.
I liked the last tandem drawing so much I made a color one.
Don’t you love a comic that tells you when to laugh?
Dialogue with Thomer is slightly flubbed for clarity.
The “raging lard on” is an absolute must get at Bridgid’s.
Mystery beers come in paper bags for the utmost secrecy.
Oh, how sweet, innit? A little product placement, some jolly prancing, and smiles all around.
I really want to get away from these skeletons for a while, next up post cards for Peter.
A colored version of one of my favorite black and white drawings.
Still, the pants drive me nuts. I feel like an old man complaining about this, but these kids (channeling my inner Mr. Wilson) would be better of with ass-less chaps.