I guess I'll keep looking...

What would I look like in the late 50s/early 60s?

Mad Men Yourself.

I do love that show, though I haven't seen much of it.

Nuts n' Bolts

Poster for my upcoming group show at Floating World Comics in Portland OR, on NW 5th and Couch. First Thursday in August.
We will have comics and original comic pages and other brik-a-brak for sale. Along with the Floating World inventory, which is amazing.

The poster artwork is not my own... but I wish it was.

some kind of innocence is measured out in years/ you don't know what it's like to listen to your fears

Went to "drawing in the park" with a few friends of mine.
Graphite sketches in my current sketchbook. A little watercolor.
One is based loosely on my friend B.T. Guess which one.

Re-addicted to The Beatles. I will always love them, but sometimes I don't really listen to them for a few months, then they are all I can think about for days at a time. Suddenly. Randomly.
Hey Bulldog.

Where the ocean breaks on purple strand, And the hurricane shakes the solid land

various sketches done in pencil, watercolor, Micron 08, and walnut ink.
Hellboy is the creation of Mike Mignola.
My version of Warrior Queen Boudicca is inspired by the book The Warrior Queens written by Antonia Fraser.


Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn’t, you don’t wanna be alone
But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own
Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they’ve gone, they’ve gone

Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay
The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemmingway
They’re both super smart and drinking in the cafés
[excerpts from Poor Little Rich Boy by Regina Spektor]

And strange-eyed constellations reign his stars eternally.

I've been listening to Iron&Wine and The Beatles constantly for the last week.
I have been eating hummus with flatbread, two or three times a week, for nearly a month. Been craving blueberry yogurt since Sunday, but haven't gotten around to buying any.
I'm reading Club Dead, Troll, and The Warrior Queens simultaneously and picking at Thomas Hardy and e.e. cummings on and off.
All I've been watching lately is South Park, Deadwood, and random nostalgic movies from the 80s and early 90s.
My new retail job makes me happy.
I feel good, but I also feel stuck. So it's weird.
I keep having rhetorical existential conversations with myself because I am alone and tired.

/and cold water for my swollen black eye/

There are days when the tiredness hits you.
Today is a day of lethargy.

I am drawing, but there is no love for what I draw.
I am indifferent.
These are the days you want to sell everything and move to Scotland and start a bookstore and never go back home.
At least not for years and years.

Then you stop yourself and say "No. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. I'm too tired."
But, then, when you wake up tomorrow you feel really good and a friend calls you up and wants to hang out and the cat sleeps on your stomach and the air smells like jasmine and you love what you draw and you can't get a song out of your head. And you can't imagine ever leaving or changing anything, so you stop thinking about it and go to work for awhile until it hits you again.

Eventually.