A Dream of a Memory

I dream of old boarded-up rooms with high, blind windows and peeling wallpaper. The floorboards are dusty and dark but I can see the faint ivory curve of an eye-socket, and that sad pile in the corner is not dirt but the skeleton of some unfortunate, long-dead bird.

Cartooning for the Lazy

Um. So I drew a comic, but I was too lazy to ink it, so I just went over the pencil quickly in MS Paint. Consequently, it looks crappy. Also, it makes no sense. Even *I* don't get it. All you need to know is that (a) it's a conversation between my 19-year-old self and my 9-year old self and (b) that Meeps and Z-boy were cats, and that the former died of cancer when I was in third grade, and the latter of old age five years later. Make of it what you will.

I wasn't on anything, I swear!

These rather trippy doodles were created in lieu of notes in Gender, Sex, and Texts today. I have no idea what the heck they're supposed to be.

We are Made of Awesome.

So we were bored, my boyfriend and I.

Cartoony Faces (Catching Up, Part the Second)

I filled ten pages of my sketchbook with cartoon heads. I present a small sampling for your amusement.

I'm not sure, but I think this is the gentleman with the thistledown hair from Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

Boyfriend! I've been trying to come up with a cartoony version of Nathan, but it never comes out quite right. This one is sort of OK, although I'm still not satisfied.Another attempt, with a cartoon Kylie to the lower right.

I was practicing drawing expressions on myself, and this one is my favorite.

No head-doodling session would be complete without the Random Dude-guy!