Professionally, I'm a designer, illustrator, and sometimes writer. This is my sketchblog where I keep my doodles and thingerabobs (I've got plenty. NBD).
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Chicken heart. Best served battered and deep fried.
before & after colored pencils
One of my friends (quoting me, I believe) said I can’t draw hands … I CAN DRAW HANDS PERFECTLY MEDIOCORE-LY.
CRAZY EYES MEANS I LOVE YOU.
Stupidly melodramatic lyric by a stupid artist I can’t believe I’m quoting BUT GOSHDARNIT I FEEL LIKE IT.
Mortality. It’s a thing.
Ripped this off.
When a man loves a woman … he connects his parasitic mind robot to hers, and they do bad things. It’s very romantic.
I made myself a birthday card. This would not be an appropriate card to give Whitney Houston.