The Things We Are Without

I made this some two-and-a-half years ago while living in Holland.
It's about culture shock.

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.

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.

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?

Best Frinds

Goddammit E, can't you do anything right!?