Another thrift store find from the other day was this book on gas warfare from 1975:
I haven’t gotten around to reading it yet, but I pretty much got it for the pictures anyways. Like this guy in an early French gas mask. It was pretty much just 32 layers of the finely woven cotton fabric muslin.
A recent thrift store acquisition. For 20 cents I couldn’t pass it up.
I thought I’d give this ‘drawing normal things’ thing a try here. This is me at age 10. Twenty damn years ago.
I’ve been digitizing and organizing a bunch of old drawings of mine and here’s some from way back in ’98.
I’m not too sure what this guy’s deal is. It may or may not be snot on his finger there. And price-tag earrings will come into style one day.
A self-portrait I did on a lunch break when I worked at Blockbuster:
A weird character from my younger days and the dumb little home movies me and some friends used to make. Poncho Man. A guy finds a mystical poncho in a tree and it possesses him and he kills people.
This guy cries black tears. Or his mascara is running. I don’t know.