second drinker

Here's the second drinker. This one seems to focus on the hand, too.

christmas '79

Sometimes, when I don't know what to draw, I open the family album. It's funny how these albums contain more than what's in the pictures.

everyone's got a story

Years ago, in another life, I was a Graphic Design major. At that time I acquired some graphic design magazines for reference and inspiration. After a couple of years, I changed my major and then dropped out, moved to Portland, etc. I have held onto these magazines for almost ten years, after moving six or seven times, traveling across the country despite their physical weight and increasing demands from the wife that they disappear (apparently, in a 760 sq.ft. house a handful of magazines take up a lot of space ;).

Well, the reason I've held onto them is that I wanted to draw some of the images therein. (admittedly, I did go through a brief collage phase, and I had thought these would be nice for that, too, but no!) I am starting a small series of drawing montages using these ancient images.

Here's the first.

big head little girl

This is a portrait of my wife and daughter,
and, believe it or not,
the source photograph looked even weirder.

nice view

the text at the bottom reads, "i worked in the art gallery all day, and this was my view."
I'm not complaining. I'm just saying.

my first commission

The request was for a wall of clocks, similar to my Chaos Cafe sketch. I hope she likes it. The requester said to "go crazy" with it, so I had some fun.

thirty-four

I finally broke out the brush for this one.Radio Cab is the only gas station -- that I know of --
in NW that's open 24/7,
it's the only indoor gas station around,
*and* their gas is usually pretty cheap, too!
Holla!

Day Thirty

I'm not sure what this one is about.
I just wanted one person talking to
another person's bellybutton.

Day Twenty-Five

We went into Chaos Cafe tonight after dropping Lawrence off
after his going-away-party. At the cafe I found myself with a pen
but no paper. Luckily, Alia lent me her moleskin to doodle upon
while she finished her commissioned nest piece.

Day Twenty-Four

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