MR. BLACKJAW'S SCRIBBLES

Yeah, it's been a while...

2009-11-20T07:53:00.005-05:00

So, I have been doing stuff. Most is in preliminary stages. I have like 4 different concepts for illustrations in various stages.

Anyway, here is a job I did recently for a friend from my high school days. He works on a crew at a power plant in Georgia. I am pretty sure they clean and repair the boilers. He said he wanted a new mascot for his crew, a Boiler Flea to be exact. Apparently the named originated from a talented Hispanic welder named Lemonade. He told the boss that he was getting fleas from the boiler. These things get so hot that it takes about 30-days to cool them down, there is no way an insect is living in there. So he was let go, but his legacy will live on.

Dorn asked me draw a flea and this is what I came up with. It has a little bit of hot rod culture influence, not bad. I included the rough sketch below. I inked it and put it in Illustrator to clean it up. [ink + digital]

It crossed my mind that this may have been an X-file. You know, some prehistoric creature that lies dormant in the coal, only to be awakened by the intense heat of the boiler. Possibly...

Here's to you Lemonade.

Pencil rough:

Lazy...

2009-10-26T08:21:00.003-04:00

Not much going on. Guess I have been in a funk about drawing. That may change soon, as I have some freelance stuff coming up that provides some challenges I think my brain has been looking for. Anyway, the ladies and I painted some pumpkins this weekend. Sort of like Easter and eggs. Here is my effort. [acrylic + pumpkin]

One-Eyed Pink Monster

2009-10-14T07:59:00.003-04:00

My niece is turning 4 this year. She wanted a monster themed birthday party. So I drew up a slimy striped tentacled one-eyed pink monster for her bash. [Ink + Digital]

Front of Invite:

Everybody want some? I want some too...

2009-10-07T07:27:00.004-04:00

My wife just celebrated her birthday yesterday. I procrastinated as usual and put together this card on Monday night. Just trying to get a laugh out of her. Anyway, if you can't read the text, I included it below the illustration. [ink + digital]

I know what you are thinking.
How do fleshy appendages sprout
from a waxed-paper wrapped baked
good? If I told you...you might not eat me,
which could make this Birthday suck. You
can’t have a Birthday without a cake-like
dessert. So let’s try not to get hung up
on my meaty limbs and have a fun
delicious Birthday treat.
Happy Birtdhay!

The power of Christ compels thee.

2009-09-30T08:15:00.003-04:00

A couple of weeks ago, my oldest daughter had a nosebleed in the morning. What unfolds next is no exaggeration nor embellishment on the details. I still can’t get the images of that day out of my head.

WARNING: The following story is graphic and gross.

My usual routine in the morning is shower, make lunches for both Ruby and I, brew coffee, eat breakfast, iron shirt and get my ladies up. Jen is first on my route, with Ruby being the next stop and then finally AVA. This particular morning the wife was slow getting out of bed, so I was already in the bathroom messing up my coif. Usually at some point Ruby saunters in to relieve the morning dew collection. So as I am fiddling with my hair, I hear her say, “Man, why is my nose running?” When I look at her, I notice a bit of blood around the nostril rim and some blood on the back of her hand from doing the no-kleenex-snot-wipe.

Alright, no big deal, just a nosebleed. So I use all the information I have gathered in my years of dealing with nosebleeds, which apparently was all wrong. More on this later. I grab a tissue and proceed to apply pressure to the middle part of her nose.

"This should clear up in few minutes, so don't worry Ruby."

10 minutes later, the nose is still bleeding. Actually, more like gushing. I start to panic a bit, Jen is avoiding the situation due to fainting issues with blood, which in turn makes me a bit short with Ruby. She obviously is scared to have blood stream out of her nose and into her mouth and on her lap. Big scarlet red drops are falling just like the few seconds before a summer downpour. The cries of a frightened 6-year old only heighten the mood.

20 minutes later. I say, "I think it may have stopped." Negative. Bleeding comes back with a vengeance. The bleeding snarls at me with a "Fuck you old man, I am taking this one." A huge, snotty clot shoots out her nose. This causes a chain reaction of gagging and a bit of vomit. I am completely beside myself. SCARED. Jen asks if she should call the doctor from her hunched over position on the floor.

"Hell yeah."

Could this get any worse? Can the doctor save the day on this 30-minute bloodletting? The doctor asks her questions and I answer them. I feel the fear fading a bit...maybe it will be all right. Nope. No way, no how.

What happens now is something I don't even think I can begin to convey in words the sheer horror that I witnessed. Or, how completely scared Ruby was at what was the largest amount of blood, bile and phlegm to come out of her mouth. It ran like a crimson river down her chin and chest into her lap. I know I called for Jesus, God and Calgon in that moment. I know the doctor was trying to reel me back in. I know Jen was close to blacking out. I know that my white shirt had miraculously avoided the bloodshed that was taking place in our very little bathroom. I know that Ruby was still sitting on the toilet from her morning pee.

Finally, after an aeon of 45 minutes, the bleeding subsided. The fear is gone, with only a slight hangover of emotional exhaustion. Ruby seems to be okay, but is understandably worried that it will start bleeding again. Jen is able to walk around. And, Ava? Not sure what she was doing this whole time.

Before the phone call ended with the doctor she gave me some tips: Blow your nose to remove clots, as they will often not stop the bleeding and will in turn cause you to swallow massive amounts of blood. Also, pinch the nose shut at the nasal entrance, while leaning forward. If possible, ball up some tissue and shove it in the nose hole as a plug.

I felt like Father Karras after that...well, except for the whole hurling myself out the window bit. I think that may have been a bit of overkill to stop a nosebleed. Yeah, that's right. Fuck you nosebleed, till we meet again.

Nine years...

2009-09-28T07:31:00.004-04:00

As I mentioned in my last post, my wife and I just celebrated our 9th anniversary this past weekend. Good food and a delicious big ass beer at Checkers. I always make a card of some sort for my wife for the big three: Christmas, Birthday and Anniversary. I had no idea what I was going to do this year. I then had an idea while in the shower, which seems to be the place where most of my eleventh hour ideas originate.

When I started drawing it, I kind of had the sneaking suspicion that this might make a good sticker for some hippie's rusted out VW. I do not take this as a compliment. No way. This drawing is my technique, but not really my style. Anyway, it was done for love, so that makes it alright in my book. I wanted to watercolor it, but since I procrastinated, I thought I would mess it up in my rush to get it done. I also included my hand written note on the inside in all its embarrassing prose glory. [pencil + ink]

Front:

Inside:

Apologies once again...

2009-09-25T11:12:00.002-04:00

Sort of hit a drawer's block this week. I will have something for Monday. Going to celebrate my anniversary this weekend with the wife. Dinner at Checkers Bistro (300 West James Street in Downtown Lancaster) without the girls. I highly recommend this place for its fusion cuisine. Also, their beer selection is not too shabby.

Anyway, I found this writing I did some time ago. Not sure why I wrote it, but I thought I would post it anyway.

When the trees moan, and yes, they will. Take time to bury your feet in death's pre-moistened soil. Tickle the roots with your dirty toes. Tilt the head, expose your throat. Let primal yelps, howls and screams bellow into the veiled night. The waxing moon is pure menace. Tainted dreams. Phosphorous beams stain cheeks and hands. Know this, that when you see him coming, hold nothing back. Stick him with the broken shovel, sever the left limb. Rattle the bones. Crack them if you can. Your safety lies in the fifth pocket, caress this relic of nuisance past. The night cannot hold you forever...hopefully.

If you have read this before, please help me put it into context, as my memory is failing me in my old age.

Sorry, no scribble, just a rant...

2009-09-18T14:52:00.009-04:00

I was off today, the wife and I took the girls to Hershey for yearly allergy tests. I wasn't really able to get my act together this morning to get a scribble up for Friday. Anyway, I thought I would take this opportunity to rant about something that has bothered me for quite sometime...

Litter.

To be more specific, McDonald's takeout bag litter. Hell, let's get even more specific, McDonald's takeout bag litter on the outskirt roads that lead into Columbia. Seriously, what the fuck? Put your goddamn trash in the proper receptacles when you get home. All roads leading into Columbia do not have a sign on them that asks, "Please Throw Your Trash Out Of Your Window, Some Schmuck Will Eventually Get It".

At first, I wrote it off as just assholes who couldn't stand to have trash in their pimped out Neons. I speculated they didn't want grease stains on their freshly installed racing seats. But after 3 years of seeing this, I am convinced this is a more devious problem. One that needs an intervention to be stopped.

I believe it is the work of a lone person, or one small group, with the same common problem - an addiction to McDonald's food. I think it has gotten so bad for them, that they sneak this food so their loved ones won't know of their fucked-up habit. They consume it while driving around and just before entering Columbia, they ditch the evidence that would surely have them on some intervention show on cable TV.

Just like cigarettes, the stench of McDonald's stays in the mouth and on the fingers, but most likely these jerks probably have a pack-and-half a day habit as well. It will catch up to you sooner or later, so just stop. PLEASE. Or you will force me to seek out one of two solutions:

1. Cruising the outskirts of Columbia with a brush guard installed on the front of my Jetta Wagon like some desperate trash hating vigilante version of Michael Knight. Waiting for the bag to fly out of your window, so I can spin out your ass end Spy Hunter style.

2. I will stand on corners around the the outskirts of Columbia dressed in a deerskin loincloth, war paint and with a midget pony in tow. Do you really want to see that? Tear rolling down my cheek. Pure sadness. No, nobody wants to see that.

STOP THROWING YOUR SHIT OUT OF YOUR WINDOWS!

CALAMARI FRITTI $7.50

2009-09-16T07:34:00.003-04:00

Another keyboard scribble. I am actually digging this one, too bad I drew it on yellow legal pad. I may go the extra step and add color to this later. It was actually drawn horizontally, the tentacle on left is the one that started it all. [ink]

May I probe you?

2009-09-14T09:25:00.003-04:00

Not very prepared today, exhausting weekend (Ava's 5th Birthday Party).

Here is an old drawing of a nurse robot. When I am bored, I tend to draw monsters, eyeballs and robots. That is all I really have say this Monday. [ink]

Oh these little scribbles

2009-09-11T07:33:00.003-04:00

Nothing major to post today. I failed miserably last night at an illustration for today. I was rushing to get it done, sort of did not draw it in my style (if I even have a style) and that is when the train wreck happened. I wanted to do a commentary on the events that happened yesterday morning in my home. Fail. Anyway, I may revisit the idea later.

So, without further ado, here are some more "keyboard scribbles" that just happen. [ink]

NOTE: I am NOT in anyway a Tori Amos fan (I looked up the lyrics on Google), I just thought the it was humorous to replace "earthquakes" with scribbles.

Fab Five Freddie told me...

2009-09-09T08:05:00.005-04:00

This is a logo I did for a Food Allergy Support Group at Penn State Hershey Children's Hospital. A chipmunk was the first thing I thought of when trying to come up with a mascot that kids can relate too. Although, I did attempt drawing a squirrel as well. I also came up with the name as well, my brief stint as a copy writer.

Full logo:

Both of our girls have food allergies, does not make for easy eating when out in a public setting. Eternal vigilance is required.

...when pigs fly.

2009-09-04T07:46:00.006-04:00

I think I am going to try the Illustration Friday next week. I was little late for this week's topic, which is "Magnify." The goal is to illustrate the given topic for the week, then post it on the site. This is where the flying pig idea came from. I think the H1N1 (Swine Flu) paranoia seems a bit out of hand. I hope that I am not wrong, but my gut is telling me not to fall for this hysteria.

Anyway, the original idea was to have the pig in space, flying away from earth. This was illustrating the magnification of the situation of how fast and far this virus is supposed to spread. In the amount of time I wanted to complete this (one evening), I was not liking how the pig looked in space. I then just focused on the pig solely. It didn't turn out bad. [ink + digital]

The thing that gets me is that normal strains of the flu spread just as fast, and take more lives. Yet the WHO (Haha, not Roger & Crew) does not get involved in those scenarios. I feel like they might not be telling us the whole truth, whether for better or for worse. Maybe I am just not seeing the bigger picture...I am after all, an elitist American.

Partly fishy, with a chance of...

2009-09-02T07:39:00.004-04:00

Not sure where this came from. I started with the clouds, then I was like, "What the hell do I put in the clouds?" A fish of course. Ugh. Seemed humorous at the time, like some surreal Python-esque inside joke...not really. I think it came about because of some Magritte visions and a little Edward Lear prose. The latter is enjoyed by my girls immensely. They have this book that my mom gave them filled with animal stories by different authors, mostly predating the 20th century. Most of the stories are complete nonsense and filled with odd, sometimes dark humor. Maybe this is how the fish in the clouds came about... [pencil]

Benny & The Cakes

2009-08-31T07:42:00.005-04:00

This is part 2 of the cupcake incident. This was a fun little project. A little slow and frustrating in the beginning as I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. I think it all turned out well in the end. Have fun Ben. [ink + digital]

Here is the front cover of the invitation for Ben's 16th birthday party. For privacy reasons, I am not going to post the inside layout I used the cupcake for:

A random scribble omelette

2009-08-28T08:04:00.004-04:00

I have a paper in front of my keyboard at work that I just draw random things on. Sometimes they a roughs or thumbnails of jobs that I am doing. Other times it might be an image I just can't get out of my head. Most times, they are just scribbles that my pencil point does by itself when it makes contact with the paper. Occasionally they are really bad, most times though, they are just really rough ideas that may lead to something good. [pencil]

Full page scribble:

Scribble details:

"When they all cry peace, you know destruction comes"

2009-08-26T07:56:00.006-04:00

So an old friend asked me to draw him a tattoo based on the album cover for No Innocent Victim's "Flesh and Blood". What were the stakes? A case of 60 Minute IPA. Tasty. [pencil + digital]

Full drawing:

Angel detail:

Snake detail:

Original album cover used for concept:

Detroit Rock Scotty

2009-08-24T08:11:00.003-04:00

We had my bro (and my sis-in-law) over on Saturday for some birthday spring rolls. Whipped out a card for him in the afternoon, because that is how I roll. The version I gave my brother was drawn on bristol board then colored by hand with Crayola colored pencils borrowed from my girls. I did not get a scan of that. Anyway, here is the first inked drawing I did to get something I could transfer onto the bristol. I threw it in illustrator for some color fun. [ink + digital]

Tasty, and oh so delicious icing

2009-08-17T08:04:00.003-04:00

This is a cupcake I drew for an invitation. I will eventually post the entire invitation. My wife wants this as a tattoo...that silly girl and her tattoos. Anyway, this may be my only post for the week. Stupid busy at work. Have a good one. [ink + digital]

During the Bush era...

2009-08-14T07:58:00.003-04:00

This is an oldie. Long story behind this one. Try to condense it to a cliff notes version:

Commissioned for t-shirt + sob story + no money = screwed Mr. Keith

Oh well, I still had fun doing this. Commentary is on the how the media helped congress and Mr. Bush sell war in Iraq to the people of this great country. I could see through their bullshit from day 1, I just wanted them to shut up. Assholes. [pencil + digital]

Ugh, woke up late...not prepared

2009-08-13T08:08:00.004-04:00

I hate waking up late. I am so neurotic about being punctual that if I am not on time, my day is shot to hell from a mental standpoint. I absolutely did not know what to post today, due to the cloud of lateness that is looming over my head. Anyway, here is an invite I did for my niece's first birthday. The original ink drawing was bad, and required a lot of photoshop work on my part. Not even going to post it. This is from my coming out of retirement phase, when the hands were rusty from not drawing. [ink + digital]

I need another tattoo...ASAP

2009-08-12T07:58:00.004-04:00

Let's keep the tattoo thing going. This half-sleeve is on my wife's other arm. This was actually commissioned before the tree tattoo featured in yesterday's post. Another bare-knuckled fist fight followed with a kick to the groin type of job. When she let go of the reins, this is what happened. [ink + digital]

Lineart:

Color sleeve (Noted: Her half-sleeve actually has a blue background):

Let it also be noted that I enjoy making my wife happy, most times it is very easy. I don't want my audience to always think it is difficult to work with her.

I want a weeping willow...

2009-08-11T07:43:00.007-04:00

The story is, that Jen, my wife, likes to get tattoos. She will ask me to draw something for her. She will give me an idea of what she wants, then I get pissy as I actually start to draw it due to the constraints of her conceptualization. An argument usually ensues due to the fact that I am usually not into what she is asking me to do. Finally, she says to just do whatever and storms off. About an hour later, still keeping her initial concept in mind and me feeling like their is a bit more freedom, I usually come up with something cool that she loves. We never seem to agree on art direction. She is my worse client, but I still lover her immensely. [ink + digital]

Anyway, I did a version where I reversed the art. This is how I would print it, preferably silk screen or wood block:

Here is the version she got tattooed as a half-sleeve:

Eat your pudding, Mr. Land.

2009-08-10T07:55:00.005-04:00

"The natives over there are cannibals. They eat liars with the same enthusiasm as they eat honest men." -Captain Nemo.

I remember the first time I saw Disney's "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea". It was such an epic moment in my childhood. I obsessed relentlessly over the leviathans, especially squids and octopi. My dad had these Time Life animal kingdom books. I would constantly be looking at the marine life one. Always referencing those few pages on squids, so I could draw them just right. The squid battle in the movie was fantastic. Anyway, those times drawing it from reference didn't help me. Which brings us to today's scribble, an inaccurate drawing of a squid. Eventually I would like to get a half-sleeve on my other arm of a battle between man and leviathan. [pencil]

I wanted to be Captain Nemo. His character was so awesome, I always wished he would have come out on top at the end of the movie. The Nautilus would have been my home too.

"There is hope for the future. And when the world is ready for a new and better life, all this will someday come to pass. In God's good time." -Captain Nemo

Retirement Plan

2009-08-07T07:53:00.004-04:00

I drew these alpacas (cousin to the llama) for a client logo. The logo was a disaster, but at least I got to do some ink work.

After reading about them and physically seeing them, my wife and I decided we would like a little herd of alpacas to tend after when we retire to our little scenic farm. Grow some vegetables and meditate in the meadow with the alpacas. They have their own version "Om."

A train, a train...would you, could you, on a train?

2009-08-06T07:46:00.004-04:00

Start with one train:

Next, add a little portrait of one daughter:

Finally, mix it up in Illustrator, and you have one invitation:

[ink + digital]

Maybe it's Maybelline...

2009-08-05T08:18:00.001-04:00

This is Hodd The Bunny. He is a real life ceramic statue that you can paint in one those studios for a set amount of dollars. I know this was popular in the early 80s. My mom used to go to downtown Columbia on certain evening and paint these type of things. She was pretty good, painted a very realistic owl and such. I can't even tell you how many of those things my brother and I broke accidentally.

Let's get back to Hodd, this was a gag gift from my friend Rob. We often will try to find the most horrible gift you can get someone for the cheapest price possible. At this particular moment, he was going through a yard sale phase and found this treasure. A rabbit painted mostly white with pastel clothing to fill the rest of him out. The thing that was striking and creepy at the same time, is that someone decided to glue fake eyelashes on this rabbit. Not just fake eyelashes, but eyelashes that have too much mascara on them. So I named him Hodd. Now he lives in the laundry room on top of the cabinets batting his luscious eyelashes at all who enter that domain.

Anyway, this was a first attempt at inking him. I drew this a long time ago when I decided I wasn't drawing enough anymore. I plan on revisiting Hodd, and give him the artistic immortality he deserves. [ink]

The original Hodd:

Oh nos!

2009-08-04T10:09:00.002-04:00

Monday morning production meeting scribble: What if Squidbot was not a bio-mechanical organism, but just 100% robot? What if he had a bad memory from his robot-hood? What would it be about? [pencil]

Prehistoric Beaver?

2009-08-03T07:54:00.003-04:00

Another scribble that happened on the same press check as Phonebot 8000b. I just started to draw some strokes with my brush pen, this is what came out. Is is a beaver, jungle rat or a wombat? Is it even from this era? Ink and digital.

Nice grille.

2009-07-31T07:58:00.000-04:00

This was a concept that only made it to semi-rough stage before they decided to go with another concept that I did. Both ideas gave me some nice illustrations, but I liked this concept more. The drawing below is on step beyond the thumbnail rough.

This is the thumbnail rough:

Here is the concept that they went with:

Phonebot 8000b

2009-07-30T07:43:00.000-04:00

This scribble happened while on a press check. They were having problems with one of the plates, so I had some down time while they resolved the issue. Ink.

Still using a cell phone? Tired of being burdened with carrying that awkward device around for human-to-human communication? Blackjaw Industries has the solution for you. Introducing the Phonebot 8000. A personal cyberbetic device that will follow you when you are on the go. Say goodbye to that unsightly bulge in you jumpsuit pocket. Did you ever forget to interface with your personal communication device so it could recharge its engineered protein cells? Phonebot 8000 recharges itself, either by docking in its night station or using the fresh gamma rays from our atmosphere.

Bonus for you hipsters out there, the Phonebot 8000b is styled in a retro fashion that emulates believable 1960s fantasy science fiction. What were they thinking back then, actual "robots" made out of steel and rubber? Oh the kitsch. Order now, and we will also give you a second Phonebot for the female species of the house for half the price. Don't delay, act today.

Ummm, what's that behind your back?

2009-07-29T08:05:00.000-04:00

Monday morning production meeting is a prime time for scribbles. I often draw on the back of the production summary sheets. I put my pencil tip on the sheet and see where it takes me. I can tell in the first few lines if it will be something worthwhile. Sometimes the lines and strokes go no where. Sometimes they reveal a story. Most times it is just a scribble. This particular day, it was a story.

Eat that brief.

2009-07-28T07:45:00.000-04:00

A true scribble today. Change briefs are not safe from my pencil. Usually it gets defiled when I am on the phone. No love for the change brief, no love. Hehe, they get filed away like this in the job bag, then put into storage.

In Seach Of...

2009-07-27T07:44:00.000-04:00

...the ever elusive Albatwitch. Logo collaboration with Denny for a record label run by Tim. Ink and digital.

I would have to punch this thing repeatedly if I ever came across it on a picnic, unless it had orangutan strength, then I would be busting it "every which way but loose."

The Albatwitches-Columbia, Pennsylvania

Local legends in the area of Columbia, Pennsylvania speak of a creature called an "albatwitch." The albatwitch is a small (about 4 feet tall), manlike creature which supposedly lived in wooded areas. Their main area of residence seemed to be near Chickies Rock, a heavily wooded area along the banks of the Susquehanna River about a mile or two north of town. Albatwitches were also reported from wooded areas all along the river's shore.

The creatures are named for a habit which they possess. Their bizarre common name is short for "apple-snitch", as they are reputed to have a taste for apples. Legends speak of how the albatwitches would oftentimes steal apples from picnickers, occasionally even throwing them at the startled people. Legends also record that the creatures often sat in trees, coming down only to find food.

Legend also says that the albatwitches either became extinct or were driven nearly into extinction in the later years of the nineteenth century. Chickies Rock, where the creatures supposedly lived, does have a tradition of strange sights and sounds - in the 1950s and 1970s, a manlike figure was seen several times, and local legends also speak of sounds like the crack of a whip heard in the woods at night. One can only wonder if these could be connected with the albatwitch.

Whether these stories are connected or not, several sightings of Bigfoot-types have been recorded from this area. A vague report concerning the sighting of a hairy humanoid came from Lancaster in 1973. Lancaster is a scant 10 miles east of Columbia. Another came from the town of North Annville (about 20 miles to the north) in the same year. In addition, a number of reports have surfaced out of neighboring York County.

Also, some sources say that the Susquehannocks, like many Indian tribes, had a belief in an apelike monster, and sometimes depicted it on their war-shields. The Susquehannocks were a local tribe - coincidentally, major evidences of their civilization (ruins of a village and burial grounds) were found at the base of Chickies Rock.

http://www.bfro.net/legends/iroquoian.htm

Real quick today.

2009-07-24T08:57:00.000-04:00

I have to get the wife to an appointment today, so I am posting something I had on my home computer. This was done for a logo for an old chum I used to work with. I will post the logo later, right now I just wanted to get something up. I will also post the original ink drawing as well, so for now, here is the illustrator version.

Here is the inked version:

Thanks to Nate and Project A-Game for the opportunity to collaborate on this.

Zeke, you U-G-L-Y!

2009-07-23T07:54:00.000-04:00

Heads are a common doodle with me, especially male heads. The female head without reference is tough for me, I never can seem to do them justice. They are just too beautiful a creature to mess up with my clumsy strokes. Men, who gives a shit. Ugly, creepy, effeminate, they just draw with ease.

Zeke is somewhere between hillbilly and leprechaun. You decide.

Squidbot wants a hug.

2009-07-22T14:45:00.000-04:00

A lot of the drawings that I will be posting right now, are things I drew within the past 2 years.

Unceremoniously I Begin...

2009-07-22T11:20:00.000-04:00

So the main reason for this blog is to post scribbles I have done. I may post other illustrators' stuff that I find and want to share. I may post things unrelated to drawing. One thing you can count on is that I will bore you to death...too DEATH.

And now, "I saw the apeman, walking on the moon..."