secret messages in overlapping shadows. it really happened, but not quite this explicitly.

also, the message across the top says, "the paradoxical theory of change" which i'm told is a very excellent theory.

new sketchbook--it is always so hard to start a new one. i've no love for this one yet, and i won't until it is almost done, and by that time, i'll have to start another new one and this cycle is totalllly getting me down.

also, something about this book is how small i've been drawing. i have no idea why, but, there it is, and it is making scanning pages from it pretty difficult. so, i'm sorry in advance. strain those eyes for me.

this drawing was started with a coffee stain at the diner--first white pages are very, very stressful, and splashing coffee on it first is easier than putting down that first line.

knittin' up a storm.

other fake tattoo ideas, and a tie-down i've been feeling lately.

can't, won't.

ideas for a fake tattoo. pillow paralysis.

i painted my nails for the first time in 3 years. more, maybe.

my friend chris. he doesn't think that this looks like him, but, mostly it does.

i love my dog a lot.

foof, out of character, no? i drew from actual life, one time, and not just the life that exists in my crazy head. angela posed for the portrait class at jerry's studio, and i am covetous of her boots, so i spent a long time drawing them.

man, i've really been thinking about those cows, huh?
and symbiotic relationships. and actually, very little else, these days.

if i didn't have my sketchbooks, i think i'd come to less important realizations.

not that i listen to myself or anything.

our new year's eve night was very, very beautiful.

someone at the coffee shop said the word "rendition" and i said, "oh! i don't write that word down enough."

also, i'm going to make a drawing about the cows in india, soon.

life is hard. stacks of books.

some jerk really did that! inappropriate behavior. gross. also my ghosts are always coming out of the ground.

after doing the drawing of me in my winter garb, i realized how much of a hobo i look like. don't worry, i will do nothing to change the situation.

this drawing was inspired, in part, by this girl in this comics class i teach. for an unknown reason, her natural desire is to draw everything from a bird's eye view. she draws some beautiful drawings. this one has nowhere near the confidence and strangeness that she achieves.

first on this page is the title of a fictional memoir that my friend chris and i almost definitely won't be writing.
the second thing is self explanatory. we all get that way, no?

my mantra and my monster.

the answer to an existential crises, maybe. there is a subtle difference between "give up" and "let it go" but i'm not sure if, in application, that it really exists. it is elusive, either way.
second on this page is some advice to a man.