I don’t draw many self portraits these days, but I drew one tonight, and I think it’s the most eerie one I’ve ever drawn. It isn’t a great representation of myself, but I think I captured some kind of weird, idealized essence. And surprisingly, I enjoyed capturing my thinning hair.
I’m at a bar called Bathtub Gin Co. Steve is loungin’ on a leather couch. I drew him. This is the drawing.
This is Wally. He brews beer. He’s also my friend Joel’s father. He has a good smile.
The portrait Shara drew of Jess and I. (Taken with instagram)
I drew some cat buddies, because I miss Renton.
This is Charles’ last school photograph. It’s as half-assed as his first. Will he ever find a real reason to smile?
Experimenting with drawing in bigger scales. I’m used to working in 4x7” but this is 18x24”
Jess was shopping for a dress at Show Pony and I was bored, so I drew a row of boots that were lined up on the floor.
I drew Mike just now.
The Black Waterfall.
I decided today that I do not have enough nonsense in my life. The daily grind has conditioned me to focus on results. Nonsense has much worth. It is play. It is light. It’s the opposite of burden. I don’t care what it means, but I hope the action of it makes me and you more alive.
Recent portraits.
A sketch I did of my friend Mike.
I drew this portrait for my friend Mike, but the portrait isn’t of Mike—it’s just a random person I found on Google Images. This was drawn in exchange for a cup of coffee.
Ink drawing of Renton resting on the couch.
