Pictures of my Brother

Color-free version here.

More realistic version.


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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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

This is my best guess as to what I look like.