iamsorry iamsorry iamsorry that these scans are so bad. i can't stop drawing in pencil and i can't start doing a better job color correcting.

this drawing is based on a weird thing my grandma used to say to me when i told her i was bored.

"take two drumsticks, and drum your belly."

hello, anyone who reads my blog...if there are any of you left.
first, thanks. i know a few people look at it, and if you didn't, then i wouldn't have taken the time to do this ridiculous cheaty massive update.
secondly, i'm cheaty. i cheated. i backdated this for like, six months. i tried to date the drawings as close to the actual drawing date as possible. i scanned back through FEBRUARY. intense.
i had a computer meltdown (i always have a computer meltdown), and my new computer wasn't (until bob fixed it) photoshop compatible, and i couldn't get these things scanned and posted. not that i'm usually motivated to scan and post, believe me.
but here they are! don't hold it against me that it took so long, i'll try to keep it actually updated in the future.

seriously, this lady in france lived to be one hundred and twenty two. oh my goodness. this is the first page in my new sketchbook, which is always a stressful thing. it's over now, though.

some new faces, maybe. probably not, though. mostly influenced by gipi's "garage band", which blew my whole head off.

this image is from a series of them that exist in my brain that mark a very important time in my metaphysical life. auspicious.

just so you understand, this is a true story.
if you are wondering what kind of product could stand up to the abuse that i could give it on a regular basis, you should ask. i will recommend it to you.
i am interested in going into product testing as a career.

figs, man. so good.

some boy with almond eyes gave me the stare down when i was walking with ali one day, and i still can't really shake the image. this certainly doesn't give it justice.

june in providence was a weird month for weather. a weird month for everything, really.

my grandpa is the cutest, cutest, cutest.
for the record, my uncle and i put some songs onto his little mp3 player and now he listens to it where ever he is. all the time. in restaurants. while you're trying to have a conversation with him. in the bathroom. in the car.

i can never not get sunburnt. the only good thing about sunburn is being able to draw it later.

the only good thing about summer is being able to go into the ocean. and then draw about it.

bob told me my eyes were demon ones, and earlier that day i was sure that i saw some zombie-robot-ghosts floating in over the bay in jamestown. turns out, it was a bouy. whew.

drawn from the only photo i could find of this amazing woman named hanah senesh. she was a poetess who lived in palestine and joined the british army during world war two, and parachuted into occupied austria. she was captured and then executed when she was 23 because she wouldn't give the names of her fellow paratroopers, but not before she scrawled poetry all over the walls and floor of her cell.

Writing in code and escaping from my drawings.

It feels like it does for that bird more often than it should, no?

Ghosts probably, or maybe smoke. Either way, it has its own ideas.

I'm singing sea chanties all the time these days. The most accurate self portrait of me ever drawn.

Lounged on the beach with a faraway favorite. Got a weird sunburn, obviously. Painted this with ocean water--important material choice.

I couldn't find a job in providence. Now I don't want to find one. Either way, this city feels too small mostly.