Dream Dragon

This thing kept showing up in my dreams, to the point where I just had to make it real somehow. I can't explain it, but I know this thing's a dragon.
Acrylic, 4x4.

ZAM!

Cliché or not, it was fun to make.

The Matrix

This is a picture of my cat in true color.
See her in action.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

un perro en un tejado

I made this for some ninos while in Mexico. I meant to leave it behind, but I suppose I forgot.
It is a dog on a roof.

Mon Dieu!

The Virgin and Her Demon Friends

An odd fascination of mine, a strange obsession almost, is Catholic veneration art, especially of the Virgin Mary. Especially odd as I am violently not-a-catholic. I often find drawings of mine ending up with halos or the like, and sometimes just straight turning into virginesque depictions. The whole "threatened by demons" thing really interests me as I have know idea where it has come from - some deep seated and unresolved personal resolutions, I suppose.
What follows are some of these apparitions that I am personally fond of.

Faces of No One in Particular

I frequently find myself drawing the faces of the people around me, an exercise which almost infallibly degenerates away from actually looking like the person to become some strangely-colored and exaggerated interpretation of how I feel about what I feel they are feeling.


"A Fairly Standard Beauty" - This wonky-eyed androgen came from a pursuit to sketch a very pretty lady; until I became obsessed with exaggerating her proportions and expression.

"Green-Haired Dirty Thoughts" - A semi combined portrait of both me and my lover of the time, simply trying to capture the sillyness of thinkin' bout dirty things.

This bizarrely-colored self portrait (ish) is actually quite large in real life. I unfortunately do not actually own any clothes that look like that.

Same standard beauty, more departure from reality.

This odd and nipply monster sprung from an attempt at emulating a rather striking and melodramatic display of uncertainty by a peer of mine.

A portrait in highlighter about laughing at trashy humor.

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.