Thursday, October 3, 2013

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


in progress

Friday, October 12, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012



Friday, October 5, 2012

Monday, October 1, 2012


real quick sketch (5 min)... helluva way to start a new month...

Friday, September 28, 2012

the tendrils

definitely one of the worst dreams i've had in awhile...

Monday, September 24, 2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

save yourself

i should probably be embarrassed that i still listen to stabbing westward. ...i'm not though...

Friday, September 14, 2012

Monday, September 10, 2012

Friday, September 7, 2012

fourth order of simulacra

if the robot is the third order of simulacra, i suggest that the production of self through multitudes of interwoven simulation (the smile, the attire, the rhythm of speech, the activities/actions, the preferences...) is the fourth order. there is no self. only simulation.

Friday, August 31, 2012

ashes to ashes

i had this thought. it was: it's really sad to go from 7 drawings a week to just 1. i guess 2 per week is slightly less pathetic. so i'm going to give that a shot. mondays and fridays. ta-da!

Monday, August 27, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012


trying to get back into the swing of things. new drawings every week? i'll do my best... 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

battle with the odalisque

i love david foster wallace's 'infinite jest.' one of my favourite parts is the description of the film about medusa fighting the odalisque, where a whole theater of people are slowly turned into stone or gems because they have the misfortune of watching this fight take place.

i wanted to depict what a classical fight (perseus vs medusa) would look like if the perseus in question was fighting wallace's odalisque instead. and losing.

Monday, December 19, 2011


and now, for something completely different.

Saturday, December 10, 2011


a less violent rendition of what it's like to suffer from a sleep disorder.

i had just listened to this episode of radiolab, where a woman talked about coping with chronic pain by imagining she was a saint and the pain was somehow a good thing. so i tried to depict what it would look like if you took the same approach with night terrors and hypnopompic hallucinations. if you were really religious about it, wouldn't it be kind of romantic? i mean, hell, you'd be a prophet!