I found this note this morning. It was sticking to the pencilbox we have sitting on the bookshelves behind the couch in our living room. I have no idea what it’s supposed to mean or reference, but I kind of like it that way. Why would my girlfriend write this. The imaginary explanations in my head beat any actual one.
A weird stream of consciousness comic page illustration from back in 2000. Not too sure where most of the ideas for this came from. Part of the fun I suppose.
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.
