Un jour, cette guerre va finir...

A second play-around with inks. This fellow's a French infantryman c. 1917. These dudes had great uniforms; a nice horizon blue to look classy in as you died horribly.

Self-Portrait in Practice

A self-portrait I made to practice with ink and a brush. It is some things behind me and myself thinking about what I should draw to practice with ink and a brush. There's something weird about it; the props or something, but I rather like it anyway.

A Love Story

So many strong emotions hidden away in this exchange.

He Does Not Enjoy his Job.

But somebody's got to do it.

Pictures of my Brother

Color-free version here.

More realistic version.


Another note: check out his music!

Two Painted Cats

Here are the first two acrylic paintings I did. They're on tiny little 4x4 inch canvas squares.
The human mind absolutely amazes me in that I can imagine "cat" and then these things happen.

Pretty Nice This Way Good.

There is this Leonard Cohen record that's been sitting around my house forever. I never listen to it, but I look at it a lot. The cover is just a picture of his blank face. I always get this feeling that this face is just on the very cusp of doing something interesting, but it never does

Also: this and this.

The Danger of a Republic Rests in the Neglet of its Destructobots.

The king of Switzerland consoles his destructobot, fearing the strain endless neutrality and lack of destruction may have wrought on its circuits.

Bonus naked rain ink night man.

Romantic Poetries

There once was a man who looked like a bird

Whose lovers were never demurred;

When he made it an art

To speak of his heart

Though the affair was rather absurd.

The Men of the Fen: Dr. Turly P. Shouldercraft

The Skull Beast

A great, terribly passive creature, the skull beast languidly marches through the ambiguous southlands, serving as a sort of evanescent transportation for natives of the lands seeking release from the harrowing existence of having a head looking like a hadrosaur skull.
Only in the most unfortunate of circumstances do the most devious frog-folk of the most dubious territories make an appearance of disturbance to the delicate composures of the rifled ones.

Here's to grandiose dreams of future colorings.

Know Your Finches, Plan Accordingly

Being able to properly assess different obstacles and situations in the real world is an invaluable skill on the path to success, happiness, finchual recognition, and a generally more-fulfilling life.

An Academic Portrait and Reindeer

These are a couple of sketches I did during class, edited later.

A portrait of the artist as a young man incapable of properly holding Book.
Also appearing: I don't think finches are as frightening as they are in my head, Merry-Go-Round patent illustration, Squiggles.

Holy Knife, nice reindeer.

Ghost, Boat, Ghostboat

Some things I inked onto the backs of coasters for no reason other than to revel in the timeless juvenile amusement of re-combining words and giggling about what sorts of other-meanings abound.

The Four Right Exertions.

Once someone asked me to design them a tattoo.
So I drew this cat.
For unfathomable reasons they never got it in ink.
I'll never understand people.

Belgium in the Wintertime

This one's got a bit of a strange production history. It started out solely as this weird lookin' fellow in the foreground, a Belgian soldier circa 1914. Eventually a landscape, dredged from my memories of the Ardennes (and then with snow added), grew around him, complete with a couple o' French fellows doing god-knows-what back there and some nice Ardennesly-iconic castle action way out back. Then I decided to color it with only pinkreds.
The End.



Edit: if you click it to see it bigger (you should), a few zoom-outs will be helpful.

Peek-A-Boo: Oh no! It's Quercus Devo!

Q: Are we not men?
A: We are Quevo.

The Colors of Beautiful People

Here are some colored versions of minimalist portrait-esque drawings I did some time ago. I'm rather pleased with the somewhat serendipitous results.

Sitting man with a cup.

This lady, with a "Fifties Christmas" Palette.

And here's cup dude again, but at Christmas time. In the fifties.

Skellington's Day Out, on a Dragon.

Well, well...just look at what that little rascal is up to now!

A Great Year for Skeleton-Related Adventures.

I'm making it a goal to post here more often. Seriously. I will. And to start off this new age of wealth and prosperity, here are two things that sprung, unplanned from nothing. Like that one sibling that's so much younger.

I started a portrait of someone, but failed to emulate their face in the slightest, so I let my pens wander and ended up with...this. Personally, I find it charmingly hideous.




Once I had great plans for outdoor adventures and awoke to find my dreams dampened by the drumming rains of a relentless and uncaring personification of weather. Or perhaps it was just raining. I don't quite remember. Either way, I sat down and started splashing around with ink and this pseudo-comic came out. The end.