Image means nothing.

Sick and tired of being sick and tired, I went through my records and started playing some of them. Next thing I knew, all I was playing was metal. Old school metal. Possessed by the music, I was at the desk drawing. Metals biggest fan. Microns, brush pen, white ink on bristol. 

Blah.

Nothing like having a cold in the heart of winter. I feel like garbage. I thought doing a sketch would help somehow... it didn't. Brush pen, colouring pencils on rag tag paper. 

Get to work!

No new sketch yet. So, a little teaser panel from Boston. More coming soon!

A guest!

Here's a drawing from Sean Davis. Sean is one of my oldest and best friends. Also, he's a killer artist. He can draw like crazy and he's unreal when it comes to photography. I've been bugging him to start a blog, site, tumblr...whatever to show off his wicked skills. Maybe someday, until then here you go. A million tiny dots. Might be more. I just wish I could have scanned this sucker.