does this ever happen to you? not the flying away part, the forgetting to breathe part. it happens more often than is reasonable, in my life. i thought that it was an involuntary function, breathing, but sometimes it seems like i forget.

a secret note! and something important written backwards and painted in red. underscores its obvious importance. 

Here is a comic inspired directly from some of Lynda Barry's Ernie Pook comics. That lady is the MOST inspirational. If you haven't looked at her drawings, quit looking at mine right now and go to thenearsightedmonkey.tumblr.com POSTHASTE.

three ghosts who stand for three things and then also three patches of static.

greg told me about a goddess that i might be interested in, Hecate. Obviously, yes, I am interested in her, because she is the goddess of witchcraft, ghosts and magic. Also she is related to the dirt, garlic and other medicinal herbs. Here is a very very very preliminary sketch of her. I am sure she will evolve and change as I think about her more. 

THIS is a very special post! It marks the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of this blog! I am proud of my commitment to scanning, which I have never learned to love, color correcting, which I have become much more efficient at, and drawing in my sketchbook fairly regularly, which is one of the most important things in my life, probably. Thank you, whoever you are right now that is reading this. I am very grateful that you look at my drawings.
here is an important question that happens to fall on this special day. 

one worry and one mall draw. i need some more practice. 

within reason.

here is one thing my sweet man did for me--that cat was SO FUNNY with a sock on its head. and here is a way that i have been waking up that is troubling for me. is anyone else very surprised by their positioning in the mornings?

one romantic desperate dinner of a whole pizza on the floor with candles and one piece of surprisingly important advice. 

these snakes were ripped off directly out of carl jung's red book, and those kites were ripped off directly from the sky on a windy day in newport. 

when in doubt, draw breakfast. that is my general philosophy. especially if your breakfast was a good one at a favorite diner shared with someone you like very much.

interestingly, here is a second scent-focused comic in a row. apparently odors were big this week. 
also pictured here is the last foot-ocean dip of the year. it was cold, but the water was so pretty, that i had to stick my toes in there. also, the color coordination was nearly too much to bear. 

grad school is hard! i spend so much time on the train and not drawing in my sketchbook. I'm sorry that these updates are so few and far between. I'll try to be better, as usual, but it is unlikely.
this is a portrait of how i look on the train, with a floating orb of everything in the world floating over my head. 

i am making a small embroidery of part of this sketchbook page, to be shown (and hopefully sold!)  at the LIBERTY ELM DINER sometime in november, so keep your ears open for more news about that.
it also turns out, according to Jesse Thompson, that i was not referring to my hamstring, but actually my achilles tendon, which is a way better name for a body part.


and, here is a promise: I will not let two months go by ever again without updating this blog. don't give up hope.

it is really amazing that even single person in the world puts themselves at risk for heartbreak in some way or another, when it is such a proven dangerous bet.


greg and i were walking in the woods near the ocean and a deer nonchalantly crossed our path. i said, 'oh! was that our patronus?!" and greg said, "no, your patronus is goat cheese and my patronus is a nap."

it is important to leave space at the table just in case someone wants to join you for dinner.

an accident of red paint on blue paint! it is more beautiful than anything i could ever do on purpose. 
and a view of the sentinels from the porch of the hot club in the rain. 

that tiny penguin was a ridiculous swimmer. also he fell off of the rocks a lot. i think i overheard the trainers say his name was "phillip", which is a very great name for a penguin.


also, later, greg informed me that what i have drawn him saying in that comic is not actually what he said, but i am the comics maker, so, if i draw it, then it happened. 

i am very very terrible at being woken up from naps. i bit greg when he did it. it is not my best attribute. also, i'm a sleep puncher. and apparently am a nutritional wreck.