I used to have dreams about sketchbooks with variations of the same image on every page. I sometimes try to have the perseverance to be this 'boring' and very slowly evolve things... perhaps it could end up as one of those arty animations that channel 4 used to show and no one watched and you had to get a government arts grant because there's no money in it and it's a bit like being a sort of art charity of fake worthiness.
'They're looking for external markers of temporality', I said to myself.
Here are some rather scribbly Michelangelo studies. He's good for if you want twisty man bits, that's for sure.
Sometimes I think John Cena has got a bit of a bum deal off me. Still it probably doesn't bother him in the bigger scheme of things.
I know Bob, so now I draw Bob, even when he's not there. This is Bob from the flesh, watching Lost.
Now see him raise aloft the fabled serpent Cena.
Back to Lost. We'd rather be married to Sawyer than Jack.
Now he's overseeing some errant astronauts.
Blog entries might be more sketchy than spectacular for a bit, because I'm working towards projects that aren't totally about cute pretty bloggable drawings. But still. I reckoned sketchy updates is better than none updates.
Here is a humble offering of pictures and punchy wordlets. I am a mother of one little girl. There is no more wordlumber, no more sitting on the hill contemplating, a lot more stepping on lego. I still think I'm quite good at drawing though