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.