Boring

I don’t know why I thought the back of a couple suits heads in an elevator might be fun. No, I did. I figured I could make a narrative, like hey these dudes are going to CORPSEMOUTH™! That’ll be fun. Nope, boring.

Inktober Day Nineteen

If I could only draw one thing for the rest of time, I’d be okay with that one thing being my askew lil’ portraits of randos who have photos of themselves floating around out there.

It might be a bad sign that I make them all slightly crazier than they, well…

Inktober Auto

I hate autos. I hate seeing them. I hate hearing them. I hat driving them and knowing they are being driven. Trucks are just as bad, vans almost as, buses are tolerable, but still awful. Here’s some car crash I tried to draw.

Ink-motha-fuckin-tober

So I guess there’s this think called inktober or ink-tober or something all about doing ink stuff in the month of October. Imma do that, ink’s great and I got my Indigraph pen from that kickstarter. If you like india ink (or acrylic ink) but are super bad about not spilling ink or just don’t care for dip pens, buy an Indigraph. They’re straight up selling them now and I love it.

Anyway, ink. Search for stock-photo portraits of people online and draw them. That’s surprisingly satisfying. Here’s some guy I drew (and scanned with Notebloc, which I love).

In real life it’s five by seven which is a perfect size.