Sometimes my pen just won't do the curves the way I want it to.
Chicken salad chicken shit? I don't remember what this was even about.
A school that didn't accept me into their grad program.
I do kind of like the cat in this one. Btw, this is a tribute to Crackskull Bob (Wally Torta). 
This was the last page in an old sketchbook. I wanted to throw it back.
Sarah wants to honk less at others and Michael is quitting smoking and Kerri's lesbian dog eats her panties.
I wish I could offer a reasonable explanation, but I can't. There is something sugary (and disturbing) about this. Maybe I chose it because I predicted lots of happy and sweet images in reponse to this topic.
A lot packed into this meeting. :-)
The things on my desk have formed a clique. And they're very dangerous. ;-)
I will never forget this little girl. She was passing out little cards to raise money on a bus in Buenos Aires. She was tiny and had the sweetest little Spanish voice as she went from seat to seat hoping to get some change. I think she had a black eye which broke my heart, but it was her resolve that really moved me. And when she saw me drawing she stopped and looked over at my sketchbook and started talking to me in Spanish, like she was curious about what I was doing. I explained that I didn't speak Spanish, and she kept right on talking. I ached to know what she was asking me. I still do.
In a belated portrait exchange, here is my late drawing of Pati. Thanks for being so patient! You can see the one she did of me here.
my little world.
Not sure why, but this just seemed to fit the topic. Because I'm detached when I dream? Or detached from needing to remember? Or am I just crazy and/or deluded? :-)
I always prefer flying instead of sailing. Typical view from the cheap seats, right before the bald guy in front of me leans back and spills my drink in my lap and onto my computer bag, with a wailing baby and 2 drunk passengers providing the soundtrack.
And just like magic, one day they all start to transform. Some creak, some stop working, and some just start to look funky. :-)
Andrea (big gay dragon) organized a moleskin exchange for 12 artists from all over the place. We each bought our own, and each month we draw several pages then mail them off, so that in the end we will each have a complete moleskin drawn in by everybody. It's been fun and intimidating. This was one of my drawings that I sent off and will never get back. Sigh. Click here to see more from the whole gang.
It's never, ever enough. :-)
