Inktober XXIV

So I saw these works by where there were lovely drawings against these simple geometric backgrounds and I loved the look, really a nice way of emphasizing and isolating a thing. Anyway, today is the first time I felt really steady so I popped the beta blockers and hey, not to shakey!

Oh and this is my favorite toe. A real survivor that one. I make sure to wear shoes in the house now all winter long, even at night. It’s in case I disassociate and end up out in the snow again in the middle of the night. I really did make some great negatives though.

Inktober XXVIII

If you don’t think a blue tit is, in the words of Derry Girls “a total ride” we can’t be friends. Also the ink out of a Sharpie mixes fine with water.

Inktober XXVI

The day is my enemy, the night my flame. Who knew The Prodigy would still put out a hit in 2015? Anyway, this is me faking the album art with ink.

Inktober XXIV

I can’t for the life of me recollect Eliza Rickman’s face, but I remember that scene from the Pretty Little Head music video. I guess that’s gonna be my dizzy. I ought to buy more data and watch the video.


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…