I have a toolbox full of pens and markers and pencils and crayons. Every year or so I go through it and make sure I need them all and I test the pens and such to see that they still work. I usually just scribble a few lines and that’s it. This time I decided to make a little creature with all the writing tools. Trouser Bacon? You don’t want to know, trust me.
Ah, yes. The comick. Three years in the making. Me and kt collaborating on a little comick story. The short description is that it’s a story about potheads’ adventures. Being it’s about drug-users, it gives us the opportunity to draw crazy shit. And by issue two, it gets even crazier. That’s the main character Max with the anime-hair on the bottom. Tyrone, the Thalidomide victim on the left. H.I. the constant prick on the right. I really want to bust the first issue out soon. Apologies for the crappy photo of the picture. 11×17 is too big for my scanner.
Another ancient picture I’ve unearthed. I must’ve drawn this one in 1981 or so, when the world was in the throes of the Pac-Man fever pandemic that we, as Americans, still haven’t quite recovered from.
So I’ve been trying for a while to digitize everything I’ve ever drawn should some catastrophe wipe all the boxes of papers and crap I got stashed in my closet. This is a fantastic example of the shit I was into drawing in middle school. I did this for my Spanish class in, I want to say, sixth grade. That would make it 1988 or so. I still draw more or less the same kind of monsters and junk, but my anatomy is a little better. Spanish, I have mostly forgotton. Oh, well.