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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Cats on Comets Comix

Sir Ian's Epiphany

My second go at India Inkin'. The text is direct translation from some Polish.
I have no ideas as to other possible messages, so I'm assuming this is the proper interpretation.
Does anyone even remember Sir Ian Blair? Why is he (somewhat) here?

Alice et le Chat du Cheshire

Decided to learn to ink things with India Ink and a brush. This action-packed tale of Alice and her whacky friend is my first go at it. So far I'm diggin' the medium.