Chronicles of Insomnia

Back around the beginning of the year I was having major problems with insomnia. I decided to draw about it on what I believe was the third sleepless night in a row, and this is the result:

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The Fruits of Education

This is a picture of the apocalypse I drew, rife with scathing social commentary.

A true little story about swearing in class drawn some time ago.
This was the same class period I drew the apocalypse.

Mark it up.

Check out this dinosaur by a lake.

A picture of a rainy day.

A Man and the Sea

Drawn during cosmo with a ballpoint.

The Tragedy of the Missing Wings

This one is from months and months ago, but I just heard from the person who inspired this conversation and thus I was compelled to search my archives for this strange tale of a fallen angel.

BirdFriends BirdForever

This may just be true despite my best efforts to the contrary.

Personal Deviations

I thought these two drawings belonged in cahoots as they both began as portraits of people but quickly deviated into something completely different. They still hold essences of the person but it is secret to only me. Haha!

Oh yeah, this was going to be a self-portrait, but then...I don't know, maybe some day.

Socks? The 80s? Bizarre expressions? How did I get here?

Criminalia

The very face of mal intent.

Just pure mean.

A Story About a Cat

The beginning of the end...

Progressing Cat

Playing with colors over a neat little drawing of a cat.

A Big Bird

Oh man, look at this big bird I made! Check it out, flying over those trees and things. I know nothing about coloring, so if you want to give this a nice little color, be my super guest!

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

This is my best guess as to what I look like.

Skellington's Day Up

What started as an upside/rightside face quickly degenerated into this little documentation of how Skellington once went on a balloon ride with the strangest balloon.

Bad Mood

This is a charming little bit from the very short period in which I did autobios with myself as Skellington. I really like these two strange panels from a day where nothing could cheer me. Nothing, that is, until I drew this!

Angry Leonard

Is Leonard angry or is he just frustrated? Maybe he only wants the best for you. But you'll never know; you'll never listen to him, and we'll always have to wonder; is Leonard really angry?

Veneration of Whoredom

One thing I've really found strange lately is the way in which popular western culture treats promiscuity and the idea of many partners being a sign of societal success. The whore is good because she allows so many to achieve the self esteem and stats they desire. The whore is bad because she cheapens the effect. But why, why do we even need this standard of judgment? That magic point where you've fucked enough others with the most stoic of face; that moment where you can now love someone and not be ridiculed for it - what a strange idea. I don't know how to express this really, but I just can't wrap my head around how one's number of partners is their success, yet at the same time I hold myself to this standard and it haunts me.
Fuck this.
Fuck sex.
Fuck art.
Let's dance.

Strng Feelings

Yo mans, just did a bunch of uploads, so expect new sketches and things to actually be showing up again! Yesssss. More ghosthorse is on the way, but first here is a little story about that way people interact.