Hmmm.... well, I didn't realize how light this would read, so I bumped up the contrast a bit.

Took a look around OHSU the other day.

Tonight I'm listening to the Rolling Stones. Sticky Fingers.

Drawing cats can be a problem.

OK, today's the five minute ink brush comic strip. All I can think of sometimes, is reasons for people to fight.

Here's the corner of MLK and Stark, facing toward the Willamette. Taking lots of photos lately, drawing scenes. Lots of random stuff on the street that you can't remember later. I think of the little note at the end of Craig Thompson's Carnet de Voyage, where he says he did all the drawings without a camera. Which means he was sitting in front of what he was drawing, at least for a preliminary sketch. Now, I actually like that book, which is basically about traveling, seeing cool stuff, getting laid, and being mopey about some chick back at home who dumped him. Everything but that last part was pretty cool.

What was my point? Oh yeah, the camera. I dunno. I think it's kinda stupid and awkward to insist on drawing everything as you sit in front of it. It gets cold and windy. You start staring at people going by. Weird people keep asking for change. It draws a lot of attention. I s'pose all of that might make you draw faster, though, so you can get the hell out and on to the next thing.

More ginger. Every day, man. Then I eat it.

This one's got my Doonesbury action figure. I'm going for a gutter punk with a fan mounted on his back. The other half of the page is from a photograph.

Bike Busted Badly #3

Broken Bicycle #2.

Busted Bike #1. Very, very late X-mas present.

From today's life drawing session at Hipbone. This was the least frustrating one. All the others were from the front and I got all hung up on proportion. Better tomorrow, I'm sure.

On a plane, somewhere between Minneapolis and Portland. Ice on the wing outside the window.

Sketches while sitting on a couch in Minneapolis.

Busted bicycle. Quick and loose.