As you may already know, I’ve been going through an inner-tubes-as-material phase. At its peak I made my uncle Dave a belt pouch for his cell phone (at his request; I didn’t just inflict it on him). It had some problems, so today I made him a new one. See the slideshows below for pictures with commentary.
The old pouch (click the first picture of each set to see the slideshow so you can read the text):
The new pouch:
I have an addiction to notebooks. I’ve never met one that I didn’t want to own, to love, to realize its potential, to thrust my throbbing pen of creation into its pure, white pages of…um…er… Wow, that metaphor got out of hand. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I REALLY like notebooks, and as a result my house is filled with them. Some of them I’ve had for years, set aside in favor of new notebooks, rediscovered, and used again until the cycle begins anew. I rarely “finish” one, but the one currently on my desk is finally ready to give up the ghost. I remember the spiral-bound blank journal was a gift from an aunt when I was in middle school.
To celebrate, I am sharing selected sketches (with commentary) from the deceased notebook, most of which I don’t remember drawing. These doodles are usually born when I’m on the phone or trying to think of something to write about. My hand makes them totally independently from my brain, so I’m often surprised at what I’ve been up to while my thoughts were absent. It’s like coming home from work to find that your roommate has tie-dyed the walls and installed ceiling fans in the floor.
Keep in mind that I’ve never claimed to be able to draw. I use the monkeys-with-typewriters method, reasoning that if I just make enough lines, at least one is likely to end up in the right spot. Therefore my sketches tend to look kinda shaggy. It’s not sloppy technique, it’s my unique style! Honest!
Click any of the pictures below to start the slideshow.
This is my favorite in spite of the issues with perspective. What’s this dog’s story? Was he stood up? Is he celebrating something, or does he just like party hats? What horrors has he seen to give him that hollow-eyed, soulless look?
I don’t remember this one at all. I guess the Train of Sorrow isn’t really a train but a single carriage? And it’s pulled by an elephant? And it arrives at Sorrow via BizNatch? We’re learning these things together.
In the future, all balloons are like this.
I have no idea who this is supposed to be, but I desperately want to be her friend. You can tell by her outfit that she has THE BEST slumber parties.
Powerful things (including the laziest of drawings). Also a bizarre sprinkler. Because reasons, that’s why.
This unfortunate person has caught a bad case of the dreaded spriralmouth disease. Apparently I was dedicated to this sketch enough that I actually edited it with whiteout, because an oversized jaw would just be ridiculous.
I’m a little afraid of this robot…alien…dentist…freak…thing.
“We’re running into the sun! Abandon ship!”
There’s that dog again. He has great taste in hats.