Biotech?

I recently found this drawing from some long while ago. I don't remember all the exact details, but I do know it was part of an unfinished story about how wine connoisseurs of the future had been replaced by robots.
I guess there would be some interesting ramifications floating around humans no longer being needed to distinguish the "finer things," but overall I think I'm glad I didn't try to ride this one out.

Inky Deer

There's a lot of deer around where I live.
I made this inky of one I watched wandering around in the fog.

The Things We Are Without

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

Academic Shenanigans pt. 2

Pooshka.

Courtyard in Davis.

Selbs-Portait.

Academic Shenanigans pt. 1

O art, such a despair you are!

Welp, I guess I've decided to get back to posting things here again.

FAQ:
Why you gone so long?
I've, uh, been distracted...by something.
Why start back now?
Because.


Alright, enough of that - I'll start with what I have readily available: A small collection of academic-ish draws I've done. Deal wit it.

You better get fucking ready, artworld - it's crumpley paper like never before seen.

Holy bag of diamonds - SKULLS! Metal. Also, a testament to my concentration.

I like to imagine these are dance moves.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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 Moon!

The Most Incredible Cat