This is a costume I made for a robot themed party I attended a while ago.

Exaggerated from a lady in coffee exchange.

Over Thanksgiving, I discovered a really awesome picture of my grandpa's mother's family. Here is my rendition, mostly painted with india ink and, gross, spit. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, my uncle didn't want to part with his copy of the photo so I had to make my own. It is from roughly 1900, and the mustachioed man in the center is Harry "Hobo Harry" Holtzman, next to his lovely and gruff-looking wife Mathilda, on the left, small uncle Billy, in the back, and Estelle, my grandpa's mother, in the starchy frock with small dog, Roxie. They are in their backyard in New York City. Harry was a NYC policeman, and nicknamed "Hobo Harry" because he often gave donotions out-of-pocket to the hobos that dwelled near battery park, which was his patrol division.

I played scrabble in the park with Matt a few months ago. We saw some high school runners.

This little man is often drawn--he usually represents sadness or lonliness, but this time he represented that I got new red and green paints and wanted to use them.

Old Eggfoot

I don't know where to begin with these sketchbook scannings, because I want to go back in time a little bit with my posts. I decided to start with this drawing about balance--it was made a few months ago and was the impetus for my tattoos, which are eggs on the tops of my feet.